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 ( Read more... )

After very kindly depositing Faramir on the floor, Maladicta went back to her coffee pot. That poor machine might have been running non-stop since this week started.

Once she had a cup poured for herself, she took a seat on the bed to stare at the man.

Because that, as we all know, was so very helpful.

[[FOR THAT GUY]]