[ he nods, and turns to return to his desk, where a tray the kitchen sent up for him rests. there is one whole pie, and stains that suggest there was another. it's about the side of thranduil's fist, and warm-ish, but hearty enough fare. he sets it down on sorrel's lap, and goes to fetch the kettle, the herbal tea already in the pot he'll use to brew it. ]
Eat, [ he says, ] and drink, and we will speak.
[ he keeps moving, putting things in order, being there without forcing eye contact, formality. ]
no subject
Eat, [ he says, ] and drink, and we will speak.
[ he keeps moving, putting things in order, being there without forcing eye contact, formality. ]
You are hardly interrupting when invited.