Day 2: Ginger
Leliana finished her prayers at the altar and glanced around. Seeing none of her scouts watching, she slipped her hand into a secret pocket of her robe and pulled out a wafer-thin brown cookie. Her head still bowed, she broke the cookie in half and placed one of the halves into her mouth.
She closed her eyes as the cookie melted on her tongue, the sweet taste of sugar mixing with the heat of the ginger. They were her own secret, her own little guilty pleasure, and she would share this with no one.
She slipped the other half of the cookie back into the pocket and rose, feeling the corners of her mouth quickly to be sure no crumbs remained as evidence. She then returned to the table holding her reports and her somehow sweeter tea.
