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[questionablewit]

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(there's a matching robe for him if he wants one. Wedding gift)

[withoutswords]

Eowyn smiles warmly, walking to join him. "I am glad to have a husband who does not think it beneath him to manage a meal," she says approvingly. She already knew this about him, but it is worth mentioning anew.

She leans up and kisses his cheek. "Go tend yourself for a time, if you wish, while I keep an eye on this." Though there is not so much to do, aside from stir it now and then and be sure it does not burn on the borrom.

dawwwwwwwww

[theywhowait]

"No fine dining, I fear!" He smiles back at her and eyes the pot.

"But at the least I can manage this much." He hands her the spoon. "It should need no more than watching to make sure it does not burn. I will be back shortly!"

A quick scrub to wash the travelling dust off, and he reappears. "Your brother is very generous! I found me a robe for myself, also!"

[withoutswords]

"That is well, since we had agreed on something more quick!"

It is no trouble to tend the stew and cut bread for them both, and she smiles approvingly when he reappears looking more comfortable, in a similar robe. "I think the credit for those will more likely go to Hilde, rather than my brother. She is a great believer in keeping warm."

[theywhowait]

He comes over to wrap his arms around her and kiss her.

"Then I will have to say thank you to Hilde! They are certainly very nice and warm, although I am sure we will be even warmer, later."

okay, let's skip to post-meal though. Unless there's anythign he wants to talk about.

[withoutswords]

There is a low suggestive tone in his words, and she laughs again, kissing his cheek. She cannot turn to wrap her arms around him for she holds a knife in one hand and a loaf of bread in the other. "Later," she says, with a little more emphasis than he used on the word.

not really XD

[theywhowait]

They eat and tease each other over the meal fondly, leaning against each other, bumping feet together like young lovers, and when the meal is over and the dishes washed, Faramir kisses his wife in the doorway of their bedroom.

"I do believe we are at 'later'," He murmurs