Marie stared into the dregs of her tea, studying them as if they were a diplomatic dispatch.
"Very well." she said finally. "I...I don't know if I still love him, and likely the lad doesn't know himself...but won't hurt to find out, I suppose..."
Anne took a gander at both. Scipeáil seemed a tad bit more...well, edible, while arálong was the classic 'break-yer-teeth-on-it' hardtack.
After some consideration, she shrugged. "How much if I took half a dozen of both?"