Room 314 Monday Evening

[grand_fallguy]

This better not be a mistake. I pull out the package from Eleziane and pull out a bottle of the wine. I'm often a cautious person, when I'm not feeling apparently suicidal so I make a firm decision. No more than two glasses each.

mostly sp with river, but anyone else (specially Gwynn) is welcome to come chat. or something

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[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn followed Tim.

"Does it make you feel good?"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"It does." he said. "I mean, I wasn't in a hugely bad mood to begin with, but I feel really...well, good. And it tastes good too which I wasn't sure it would."

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Why were you in a bad mood?"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim thought. "I'm not sure I'd describe it as bad neccesarily. I was feeling, I don't know, pensive? I guess? Since last night. I'm not sure what about."

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Well just you being here has been enough to help when I'm starting to get emo in the past." he smiled.

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn beamed with pleasure. "I enjoy being with you, Tim."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim smiled back. "Would you, would you like some?" he asked, holding up the bottle.

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn nodded. "Alright."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim poured her a glass, since his had been half full, a full glass for her was about the equivelant.

"I've no idea how strong this stuff is so I'm trying to be carefull." he said.

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn took a small sip from the glass and then she smiled at him. "This is good!"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim grinned. "I've never had non-elven wine so I have no basis for comparison, but that was my assesment too."

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn continued drinking from the glass. "What is this called?"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim looked at the lable. "Uhm, no clue. It's in Elvish. Last time I read elvish it automatically translated itself for me, and it's not doing that now. Maybe because Lord Palamon doesn't know I have it."

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn giggled as she drank more of it.

"It's forbidden?"

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"could be. His daughter apparently pilfered two bottles from their wine cellar, and sent them to me. She made it very clear in her letter that I was not to tell her father."