[ Thomasin, eventually, finds her way out of the kitchen and settles down in Yasu's sob zone. She's got a cup in her hands. It smells vaguely like cinnamon. ]
Here.
[ And she offers it to her! Closer inspection will reveal that it's literally just hot (microwaved) milk with added honey and spices. ]
I meant to make thee a posset, [ she explains apologetically, like this is a natural and understandable thing to say, ] but we're alack of wine. It will do to warm thy hands, if naught else.
no subject
Here.
[ And she offers it to her! Closer inspection will reveal that it's literally just hot (microwaved) milk with added honey and spices. ]
I meant to make thee a posset, [ she explains apologetically, like this is a natural and understandable thing to say, ] but we're alack of wine. It will do to warm thy hands, if naught else.