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[img]https://s12.postimg.org/v4ysdqh4d/Regency_Chloe_13.gif[/img][hr][color=ff6600]Location:[/color] Teriny Inn[/center][hr][hr]Maeve didn't have much else to say about the parson's silly insistence on sleeping in a barn. If anything happened to the man, it wouldn't be on her conscience. Instead, she couldn't help but inhale the heavenly aroma of the stew. The sustenance on the ship had been appalling, to say the least. Her stomach growled appreciatively, and the soda bread and aged cheese only increased her appetite. She couldn't help but fondly eye the pint as well--she did bartending work and was awfully well acquainted with alcohol. In short, the meal was something akin to a dream to her. 

[color=ff6600]"Thank ye, this looks gran',"[/color] Maeve complimented. Back home, her sister in law, Mary-Clare, did most of the cooking, but even she didn't make things that looked and smelled this amazing. 

She hadn't begun to dig into the stew yet when Nigel offered up some pastries. The last time she had had sweets was a few weeks back. The bakers in the Brennan's territory in London had come short on their protection fees, and in order to make up the difference, they brought over various treats. Roisin had been ecstatically happy, her mouth full of sweets, and Maeve couldn't help but think of her daughter fondly in that moment. 

Of course, the parson seemed to enjoy sweets just as much as her daughter did and Maeve couldn't help but be amused. The more time she spent in the parson's company, the more childish he became, and the more she enjoyed his company--for a protestant, that was. [color=ff6600]"I guess you've got a bit av a sweet tooth, parson. But pastries soun' swell t' me."[/color]