Faramir's eyes gleam with excitement as she produces, as though by wizardry, a tray of honeycakes. "Temptress!" he murmurs, for she knows that one of his besetting sins is a sweet tooth, and honeycakes are a particular favorite of his. His eyes darken a little as he watches her lick her fingers. That is an idea worth exploring, when they are back in their rooms...
The sight and thought distract him enough that he forgets to answer for a moment. "Not immediately." His expression is just a trifle wicked. "But he will feel better for it in some little while. We have various herbs we add that also assist, though they do not do much to aid the taste! But he must make do. Have we all that is needed?"
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Date: 2018-11-03 04:56 pm (UTC)The sight and thought distract him enough that he forgets to answer for a moment. "Not immediately." His expression is just a trifle wicked. "But he will feel better for it in some little while. We have various herbs we add that also assist, though they do not do much to aid the taste! But he must make do. Have we all that is needed?"