"Now that's what I like to hear. Luck and I go together like milk and honey."

Hawke cants his head to the side for a moment, looking thoughtful before continuing with a shrug of his own. "Well, if the milk had gone bad and the honey was stale anyway."

His luck is awful. Hawke knows that better than anyone else. Yet here he is, continuing to push his luck every chance he gets. With a flourish, Hawke sets his cup over his dice again and grins.