"Coffee sounds great, actually," Tuck said brightly. He returned to the bag and pulled out the bread and dessert he had made. "I made you grovbrød and krumkaker. I know you said you didn't need it, but I thought a little taste of home might lift the spirits. And this is sort of what I do," Tuck laughed. "And this," he pulled a jar of the poultice out, "is for your joints. It doesn't smell great, but it works." He had taught Francis how to make it after his first incarceration with the sheriff. His arms had been tied behind his back for so long, that his shoulders had ached terribly. The poultice had eased his suffering.