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"Somehow I had a feeling you were going to say something like that," Éowyn laughs gleefully, even as she shivers a little at his kisses, at the graze of his teeth against her shoulder; her pale skin pinking slightly in response. In playful reproach (again, entirely nonserious), she thumps the back of her hand gently against his shoulder. "I meant the cakes, Faramir!"