“Think about it. Maybe it’ll come to you.” Unfortunately for both parties involved, Hawke misinterprets his ignorance as naivety. It’s an easy conclusion to draw, considering her usual company of doe-eyed elves. The language barrier is just another detail that’s yet to be explained to her in full. All the more miscommunication to fumble over in the future.

The explanation is a thorough one, but it leaves her arching an eyebrow at the one piece of the puzzle left unsolved. “So... Your sweetheart sent you sweet bread. Where’s the joke in that? It’s a funny enough shape, I suppose—” To affirm her point, she opts to stop holding the bestowed donut to her eye and tries to spin it around her finger instead... Which sends sugar flying in her direction. That interrupts her speech well enough, has her spluttering for a second, and she has to wipe at her face with a scowl setting in place from embarrassment before she can continue. Oh, the shame. “But not a laugh out loud sort of funny.”