[Honey]

Supper had gone down smooth with the drink of water, but the sweet mead went down smoother than any water he had tasted thus far in his life. He had the decency to pour himself glass afer glass rather than drinking from the jug, though it would have been much easier to do the latter. Regardless he could feel his mind begin to wander, and setting his drink aside he laid back against the flowers and pulled the boy with him to hug him in a sweet embrace while offering a sweet kiss.