"Don't worry I'll handle cooking if you want, and ya it sounds like a great idea, certainly better than getting mauled by wolves," he said, his attention once again drawn to her beauty from head to toe. "I'll go take care of the tub," he continued hopping up and running down to the bath chamber. When he arrived he pushed in a wooden plank and the water began draining out of the tub. When the last slurp of the water had finished he stood up an began to head back to the hammocks. When he arrived he got back in the hammock with Rosemary and looked into her beautiful eyes. As he sat there he remembered a custom from his village for whenever guests would stay. "If-if you want," he said nervously, his crooked nose twitching a little,"i could massage your feet, it-its a custom in my village,"