Pfft, gloves! Gloves weren't for the hardcore! Or more accurately, Hawke forgot hers in her cottage and by the time she'd walked to the train station, she was too annoyed at herself to turn back.

"Well, yeah. Seb managed to smuggle me some after some shindig for the 'so you want to be prince of Starkhaven' crowd. It had chocolate in it. Chocolate!" Which wasn't as hard to come by in Starkhaven as it was other places, given its nearby Orlesian neighbors. She still couldn't wait to hear their reactions to a Fereldan becoming Princess-Regnant, though.

Hawke owed the Wardens, first for saving Carver's life, then for saving her own. She'd thought she was ready, face Corypheus and finish the damn job, but Stoud's desire to redeem the Wardens won. Which made it the how many times had she escaped certain death time yet again. She'd heard about Fereldan Wardens from Carver, though, she'd hounded him long enough for details. Had to make sure they were taking good care of her kid brother, after all! And yes, she absolutely had to call him her kid brother if only to make him squirm. In a family-friendly way!

"Sure is! Though, all of us kinda holler stuff to or at each other in battle! 'If we kill them, we get their stuff' is my favorite but the stakes aren't so high here! Bragging rights only!"

Which, let's face it, was Hawke's favorite kind. Okay, bragging rights and free booze. Those were her favorites. And Hawke was the annoying kind of big sister, the kind who as soon as the first snow fell, she'd creep out extra early and dump buckets full on Bethy and Carver. Leading to unrelenting chaos in the Hawke household for a couple of hours, but at least dad thought it was fucking hilarious.

"Okay, rethinking! Fishnet was not my smartest choice today! Oh, well, your turn! And she wound up to throw the next snowball, aiming for Amy's shoulder.

It's a blast! Almost as much fun winning was the fun she had along the way.

But mostly winning was fun, she wasn't gonna lie.