*loftily* I'll be the judge of that. *tastes the food on the proffered fork and chews* *swallows* *closes her eyes* *pauses* That's not bad, Ecthelion. Not bad at all. *smiles warmly to show that she's being rather understated in her compliment*
*scoops up some of her salmon and holds the fork out to you* *laughingly* Well, you're scoring pretty highly in technical merit and artistic impression so far so -- yeah, I reckon you're able to stick the pace.