[She agonises longer than she should over a choice of wine for him. But they have plenty of stores that they haven't depleted just yet. So when she pokes her head into his tent, she offers up a mulled wine. It's not quite what she originally envisioned, but it's should still be good. In fact, so good that it should suit them both.
She'll forego mead for this very special occasion. In her other hand, a couple of silver goblets, which she waves back and forth.]
Heeeello. Room for one more?
[She means herself. It's her. She's the 'one more.']
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She'll forego mead for this very special occasion. In her other hand, a couple of silver goblets, which she waves back and forth.]
Heeeello. Room for one more?
[She means herself. It's her. She's the 'one more.']