Potatos must also dream of flying, or something. But at least Merrill has some level of artistic talent; they'll get it to look passable, if nothing else. A meowing potato with wings, perhaps?

Another laugh and she flicks a bit of snow at him, not anywhere near enough to actually hit Herc but enough to get the teasing point across. "I think it was more Hawke than me, at the time. But now... well, here I am."