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Boromir descends the stairs, again without his armor and weapons except for his eating dagger--though he knows by now he does not need it. He feels better with it at his waist nonetheless.

He sits at the bar and looks around for a few moments before speaking. "Lady Bar? The concoction I had the other day--I would like that again, please."

Up pops waffles with honey and berries. Boromir puts a coin on the bar top and murmurs "Thank you" as he begins to eat.

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Gil comes from the kitchen to start his rounds collecting stray plates and glasses but he spots Boromir and stops, putting the tray down and tugging his apron straight.

He looks around cautiously, but Sooty isn't about so he walks over and smiles and says, "Hi there."

"Good morning." He smiles in return.

"Can I - um - get you anything from the kitchen?" Gil says a little desperately - having not thought it through but approached Boromir on impulse. "Or - or a refill?" He nods to the empty mug.

"Oh, I have breakfasted my full, thank you. I have had waffles," he adds with some pride, for they are still new to him. "Are you the cook here?"

"Yes, I am. I'm - um - Gil." He goes a little pink and adds, looking at his toes, "I hope you liked the waffles."

"I did very much, thank you." He stands and bows a little. "I am Boromir, song of Denethor."

Gil bows too, a respectful inclination of the head that is almost completely spoiled by his admiring look.

Gil has never played poker - mercifully, because he'd be crap at it.

"I'm ever so pleased to meet you," he says. "If ever you want anything - anything special, like Gondorian home cooking, just let me know. We aim to please at Milliways."

"You know of my country? It will be good to eat food from home--though I doubt it is anything too obscure.

"I am pleased to meet you, Gil."

"ooh," Gil's smile gets a little schmoopier and he gives a pleased wriggle. "Well, just tell me what you'd like and I'm sure I can find the recipe - my recipe book has everything."

He glances around the bar then nods to the empty mug and plate. "Shall I take those for you, sir?" he asks.

"Yes, thank you. I shall have to think of something to challenge your recipe book," he adds, grinning.

"I'm always pleased to rise to a challenge," Gil replies, picking up the crockery. "Enjoy your stay, sir. I'll look forward to hearing from you."

He backs away a couple of paces then grins, delighted, and goes back to the kitchen. He may, or may not, tell Sooty all about it later.

Boromir watches him go, amused.

[ooc: squuueeee]

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