Éowyn cannot help her laugh at that; as short as it is, it is all pure amusement. "Perhaps there might be one or two such plants."

She glances over with a look that is caught between teasing and conspiratorial. "But surely, my lord, you are not planning on any such underhanded means of ridding yourself of the brew? I seem to recall your reluctance earlier when I first suggested something akin to an accident."