Room 409, Sunday Morning before the Picnic
One couldn't go to a picnic without a far too large thermos of coffee ready. Which would be why Maladicta was waiting with the patience of a cat* for it to finish brewing.
"You know you've been an owl for far too long now, she informed Faramir, giving him a little pet after he seemed to give her a look that agreed with that far too much.
It could be worse, of course. Somehow.
*Without the urge to roll around in a sunbeam or attack dust motes, luckily.
"You know you've been an owl for far too long now, she informed Faramir, giving him a little pet after he seemed to give her a look that agreed with that far too much.
It could be worse, of course. Somehow.
*Without the urge to roll around in a sunbeam or attack dust motes, luckily.