"Yes, but it's food. I eat it anyway." Hawke's not intimidated or foolish enough to turn his nose up at strange food. "I've eaten questionable things before."

Rats in Lowtown. The salted fish when crossing the sea to Kirkwall. Ham that tasted like despair. Hawke's stomach can tolerate a lot of abuse.

"Is there another way to find out about things besides asking people?" Hawke really doesn't want to be a bother. He also doesn't want to reveal just how stupid he is compared to everyone else here.