[Hawke shifts a little against him, forcing herself to open her eyes that desperately want to be closed despite not at all being interested in sleep. A deep part of her is glad that he didn't jump or make any sign that he rejects her. Instead he simply knows her. She doesn't know what "Christmas" is but she can guess.]

A holiday? Lucky fate. I love holidays. You get to sleep in and eat more food than you should be legally allowed to and no one can stop you.

[And drink, which Hawke does out of a flask. Thank the Maker for you Varric. But other than that, haha, funny joke between the two of them little eating or sleeping is done.