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[realmrsreynolds]

Tom's owl to Sallie arrived this morning, as expected.

Complete with her request. Tom is nothing if not helpful.

She's sitting at a table, with two stoppered vials in front of her on her lap, and she's going over the directions on the parchment that had been included alongside.

In general? This is one time she's probably not very approachable.

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[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

He flags a waitrat and requests suppers for both of them, the simple food he is accustomed to.

"Will that suit?" he asks Sallie.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Certainly."

She can't add anything to the food while he's sitting right there. Crap. Sallie needs a plan.

"Let me go get somethin' though." Sallie stands quickly before Boromir can offer to retrieve whatever she'd like for herself, and heads for the bar, ordering two glasses of rice wine.

Something Boromir's probably never had.

Something that'd cover up any taste that Tom's potions might have that'd be noticed.

She pulls both vials out of one pocket, pouring them with a shaky hand one after another in the right mixture. One whiff of Boromir's drink to double check that it isn't different than hers, and she returns to the table.

"A particular type o' drink from Shadow. Thought you might want to try it."

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

He beams, pleased, and takes a glass. "Certainly. It will be my pleasure."

He takes a sip.

[realmrsreynolds]

And Sallie holds her breath.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir's frowning.

Something . . . is very odd.

He looks at Mrs. Reynolds. She is a good woman, kind and strong, and while there's a well of affection for her it's not . . . the same.

"Madame," he says quietly, "I fear I may have embarrassed you."

[realmrsreynolds]

"It's okay."

And it is, for as much as Boromir's concerned.

It's not his fault, at any rate.

Sallie stands, not having touched her food or drink, and doesn't at any point truly look at Boromir.

"I think it's time to head home."

Away from here.

Sallie turns to leave.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"We can still eat supper together," he says quickly. "There is no reason for friends not to break bread together."

[realmrsreynolds]

Friends.

"Not tonight."

It's not a long walk to the door, but the destination is a universe away.