Happy Birthday, Miss Rogue...
It wasn't much.
What had taken longer than anything was the table, low to the ground and lit with candles. It wasn't much of a dinner, but Ned had occasionally cooked in the Watch House and it wasn't bad. It wasn't food he had on his mind anyway.
He leant in, his mouth brushing her ear, the scarf wrapped around her eyes.
"You know, we can always just go back to the compound, darlin'."
What had taken longer than anything was the table, low to the ground and lit with candles. It wasn't much of a dinner, but Ned had occasionally cooked in the Watch House and it wasn't bad. It wasn't food he had on his mind anyway.
He leant in, his mouth brushing her ear, the scarf wrapped around her eyes.
"You know, we can always just go back to the compound, darlin'."