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There is a remarkably mentally stable Bëoring in the bar, wearing a fur-lined vest and a scarf (but no antlers) and humming to himself as he flips through a book written in Elvish and munches a basket of fries (still his favourite modern Earth-food). Yes, he's the same one who was out by the lake with the ghosts last night. Anyone who wants an explanation for that should come ask him. Otherwise, anyone who wants to chat can come over as well. Gorlim likes to talk. Or listen.

If you're Random or Ramon, he'd also like to know where his daughter is and whether they've tried anything odd like feeding her ketchup or seeing if she weighs the same as a duck (she does -- assuming it was a large duck).

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"Good food. Something warm. Hot cocoa perhaps. Lee likes coffee, so we'll bring him some of that. He does NOT like tea and says it is for weenies." Gorlim chuckles at that. "I think he just doesn't know how to drink it. Other than that I'm not sure what sort of food he likes. Probably some sort of meat and bread and cheese. Simple, but it's hard not to like."

He nods.

"Yes. Hot cocoa, hot coffee -- which I find foul -- perhaps mulled wine or cider, as well. Simple foods, easy to pack and eat. I agree wholly, love. I will ask Bar for the necessary items when we know what day would be best."

Námo thinks for a moment.

"And I will give you each one of my cloaks. They are large and warm."

"Perfect. Oh, we should bring fruit, too. Grapes, maybe, or apples. Or! Pomegranates!!" Gorlim LOVES those.

"Fruit is good, but what is a pomegranate?"

A small headtilt of curiosity.

"You don't know??" Gorlim asks disbelievingly. "I thought Valar knew everything!!"

"Gorlim, it seems I know very little that us actually useful."

He kisses his lover's wrist.

"But we shall have some with the picnic. I am always happy to try something new."

"Will you try some now?" he asks excitedly. "It is the most wonderful fruit-thing."

Gorlim's enthusiasm is contagious.

"Of course, little bird!"

Gorlim kisses Namo's nose and scampers to the bar. When he returns, he has a large, round fruits (http://www.lotsofco.org/archives/pomegranate.jpg) which he was absolutely not purposefully holding to make them resemble breasts.

...

No, not at all.

He puts one down in front of Namo and slips into the seat across from him.

"Have you got good strong fingernails?"

He smirks at the Man as he picks up the fruit.

"Yes, I do. Why?"

"You'll need 'em. Watch."

He takes hold of the remains of the flower and peels back some of the tough flesh, revealing a small glimpse of the wine-colored seeds beneath.

Námo watches, nods, and mimicks Gorlim's actions. His thumb nail -- slightly longer than his fingertip -- easily pierces the flesh and he pulls it back.

"All right. Which part of this do we eat?"

"Seeds, when you can wriggle a few out." He carefully works a nail under the exposed skin and peels more off. "Takes work, these, but they're worth it."

He does the same, peeling back the flesh slowly, being sure not to pierce a seed. When enough of the seeds are exposed, he plucks one out and places it in his mouth. He chews it, surprised by the rich, tart burst of juice, and swallows.

"These are lovely!" he remarks, popping another seed into his mouth.

Gorlim grins. When he finally gets a few seeds out, he places most of them to one side -- he likes to tear the thing apart and eat the seeds later -- but he does take one and demonstrate his way of nibbling them: he crushes it between his thumb and front teeth before crunching the teeny seed inside.

"They're PEFRECT," he corrects the Vala.

He continues to much on the fruit for a bit before looking up at Gorlim with a heated gaze.

"Yes, they are. I could imagine it being quite enjoyable to eat them with you in private."

Gorlim gives him a lazy smile. "And Lee?"

Before he can stop it, his face flushes.

"Yes, with Lee as well."

And the image in his head is vivid now.

Grinning, Gorlim leans half way out of his seat and kisses Namo's mouth.

"With Lee," he repeats with a grin.

His hand shoots out to grasp Gorlim behind the head and draw him in for another kiss, longer and deeper.

With Lee -- a bed, pomegranates, you, me, and Lee, lover-mine.

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