"Mmmhmm," Kate hums as she accepts his invitation, choosing a pile of leaves to camp out on. "Think of it as a giant violin, if you know what one is."

Her quiver and bow, more fancy and modern compared to Faramir's, is laid carefully to the side far away from the fire so a stray spark won't set the rest of the arrows on fire like it's the Fourth of July.

"When am I gonna get you to be less formal towards me?" She smiles and delibarately slips into more casual speech pattern. "Do I have to teach you slang?"

No, that would probably horrify the poor man.