Chapter Seven: Faramir's Hot Chocolate
Feeling in great dept of his older brother, Faramir decided that he should return the favor. So one day when their father was out of town, um, city, Faramir grabbed a chair and went through the cupboards.
"Oh! This looks yummy, and so does this… oh! I never knew we had corn syrup!!!" As you can see, Faramir was just fascinated by all he had found, but he had to sadly put them away as he began brewing his brother what he was suppose to be making: hot chocolate.
-X- After Faramir had finished brewing his brother's hot chocolate! –X-
"Boromir! Lookie what I made!!!" Faramir said in a singsong voice. Boromir, who was miserably reading because he had been commanded so, looked up at his brother.
"What?" Inquired Boromir, more than happy to have been detained to his reading. At least now he had a scapegoat to blame if his father found out that he didn't finished his book.
"I made hot chocolate for you!!!" Faramir told him. Boromir smiled and shook his head sadly. Last time he tried to make something, he ended up burning his hair and had to have him save poor Faramir. He dumped a jar of corn syrup over his head…
"Oh boy…" Boromir sighed, but nonetheless, he took what Faramir had made, and took a tiny sip.
"Well? Well?" Faramir asked excitedly.
"It's really good, if you add sugar, not salt."