"I didn't make any of it, I promise." Her cooking skills had only moderately improved in the years alone with Maglor, and her lack of culinary talent was no secret. Making a good impression certainly wouldn't happen if she bought bland food and over steeped tea.

She sets the tray down and suddenly she has nothing useful to do with her hands. So one gets raked through her hair, and then hovers awkwardly, before she settles on putting them behind her back.

"I just thought you might be hungry."