Gimlet
The stable doors nearly burst off their hinges. It was then that Éothain knew they were in for a long ride.
"Women are incompatible," the King of Riddermark growled, slicing the air horizontally with his right hand.
"You've found out the Princess rides side-saddle?" Éothain quipped, weathering the storm.
"No." Éomer grabbed a saddle blanket and slap-dashed it over Firefoot, upsetting straw, getting it all over himself. "Lothíriel said Firefoot behaves like a warg!"
Éothain grinned, "What'd you do to provoke her?"
"What makes you think I did anything?"
Éothain waited.
"I said her aunt reminded me of a gimlet."
AN: Man, Éomer sure is a crabby-cake in these drabbles. I don't know why. And by gimlet Éomer means the tool, not the beverage, although, it would be funny if Ivriniel did dress like a cocktail.