breath of fresh air through smoke rings

Finch felt that familiar blush again creep up her cheeks and cursed herself for her pale coloring. It would be rude if she didn't take the outstretched offering, wouldn't it? Ruder than if she accepted it, surely. She gingerly accepted it and placed it within the small leather satchel she'd brought for carrying the mead with her from Avalon. "If you say it's alright," she demurred. It was strangely intimate that he willingly gave her a piece of himself, but Finch had a feeling based on his warm and open expression that he would have offered it to anyone. Did that diminish the sentiment? She couldn't decide.

He was kind enough to offer to accompany her back to the buffet table rather than leave her to her own devices. Finch grinned, relieved that he didn't acknowledge her gurgling stomach. "Oh, yeah? What did you find? Anything to rival those honey treats you make?" she asked, swishing her tail in excitement and turning to cross back through the darkness towards the table so laden with food and treats that she thought the legs holding it up might crack.