He takes the bread along with another kiss, smiling at her. Tall as he is, seated like this she has the advantage of him. It's a nice change from their usual angles, not least because he can rest his head against her shoulder now and then as he eats.
"Not as such, no, but I am familiar with the feeling." He chews his food carefully, trying not to bolt it down. Though it is easiest to be patient with her sitting so comfortably on his lap. He chuckles suddenly. "Boromir and I often raided the kitchens, as boys. Our cook was an indulgent one, full of sayings about how growing boys needed feeding and we were welcome to whatever we wanted, but it was so much more amusing to sneak in."
She had been kind, that worthy lady, and her indulgence had not felt as though it were merely for the benefit of the sons of the Steward. It occurs to Faramir that he has no idea what became of her over the years, and he wonders if he might find out.
Another time. Eowyn has two working arms, but he is limited to one, his other still embracing her. She brought mead, but there was a water pitcher and two glasses on the table already, and he can fill those one-handed and pass one to her. "And you? I take it this was not your first time risking Helga's wrath."
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Date: 2018-11-05 03:19 pm (UTC)"Not as such, no, but I am familiar with the feeling." He chews his food carefully, trying not to bolt it down. Though it is easiest to be patient with her sitting so comfortably on his lap. He chuckles suddenly. "Boromir and I often raided the kitchens, as boys. Our cook was an indulgent one, full of sayings about how growing boys needed feeding and we were welcome to whatever we wanted, but it was so much more amusing to sneak in."
She had been kind, that worthy lady, and her indulgence had not felt as though it were merely for the benefit of the sons of the Steward. It occurs to Faramir that he has no idea what became of her over the years, and he wonders if he might find out.
Another time. Eowyn has two working arms, but he is limited to one, his other still embracing her. She brought mead, but there was a water pitcher and two glasses on the table already, and he can fill those one-handed and pass one to her. "And you? I take it this was not your first time risking Helga's wrath."