Nothing more than he expected, though of course what the women counted as a little favor might be very different to himself. Never the less, he had little other choice in the matter. [b]"Thank you for your graciousness. If your favor is in my ability to grant I will do so eagerly."[/b] Eldarin said elegantly. His stomach let out a small, embarrassing, growl at the smell of the stew. Personally any food with the word nettle in it didn't seem like it could be any good, but hunger was a most excellent seasoning. He didn't bother setting his weapon down in case she wanted him to go outside to do something, perhaps clear out some of those plants. Hopefully it wasn't... That type of favor. Eldarin of course had no one significant in his life but he certainly wasn't going to be casual about such a thing, he never had been.