Hawke smiles warmly because she's always glad when she rights an awkward situation. Also she has a habit of adopting people as her friends whether they like it or not. Slapping someone is not the worst start to a friendship she has. Several of her friends tried to kill her first! "I'm glad you like it."

Hawke looks over her shoulder at the food table. "I don't know if we'll be able to take all of this with us. We should at least try that. Liquor's so rare that they have to make it in disgusting ways, which means ... yeah I think that's what they were doing. Desperate times and desperate measures." She really would rather not go back to that when she's now enjoying something much more her speed. If she closes her eyes she can imagine she's at the Hanged Man. This party is more like that than the village is.

"So, love, which of the worlds are you from? Or are you from a brand new one?"