Her mother had her work cut out for her. Three children, and only one of them at all well behaved. Leandra was a noblewoman who chose love over duty, and it wasn't in the end the best message for any of them. Her eldest was wild from the moment she was born, more prone to fighting and drinking than curtseying and playing nice. She was sure somewhere on her was the stamp of the Amell blood, but no where that she hadn't scarred over by now by her mistakes and reputation.

She makes a face at Elektra and then smiles. "She never went that far, because I certainly wouldn't clean it up after. She'd only lose and have the house smell." Also Hawke's mother was kind and patient and deserved so much better than the gruesome death she was given. "Is that why you're eating so slowly? Here I was thinking someone made something so delightful it was worth taking in slowly." The food wasn't terrible, she had much much worse, but she did miss the roasts at the pub.

"I'm Hawke. I know you're not really supposed to stomp your way into someone's private time, but as already discussed, the lessons in manners never took well." Hawke is much like her beloved dog. Too friendly and pushy.