Varric takes the present, a little nonplussed but hiding it well with a dramatic little gasp. "Well gosh, Hawke, there's even a bow." He looks like he might just swoon. "I feel like the prettiest girl in Hightown."

It turns out to be a.... ring of some kind. His first thought is a cocking ring, but it's the wrong size and what the fuck does Hawke even know about crossbows, anyway? He picks it up and examines it. Whatever it is, it's obviously enchanted- he can see the runework. The look Varric gives her is a distinct 'da fuck?' look.

"It's beautiful, Marian. Mind telling me what the fuck it is?"