Who: Thorin and Charley Where: Kitchen When: Now What: A meeting for amicable companionship Warnings: Irritable Dwarf
Thorin made his way to the kitchen. Besides the clinging darkness of solitude, the need for companionship, food was never a bad idea, either. It was a handy excuse to tell himself, at the very least. A very brief smile crossed his features at the thought. If he was at the point he felt the need to lie to himself, it was getting quite bad. He sighed softly and pushed open the door. The young lady was seated at the table, and he gave a slight bow of acknowledgement. "Mistress Charley, I presume?" he said gruffly.