The POV is my so-far-nameless Nanny from Dol Amroth.
The "Mag" mentioned is just_ann_now's Mag the Cook. And that actually is the original name of it, I swear.
Characters: Boromir, OFC
Disclaimer: Only half mine. The OFC, that is.
The door banged open, and in tore Boromir, covered with flour.
"Did you have fun with Mag?" I asked, smiling at him.
He rattled excitedly about scones while I washed his face. For once I was glad of the aridity of Minas Tirith - at home, the air was often so heavy that the flour would now be a paste in his hair.
I noticed that Boromir was clutching something in his hand. "What have you there?"
"A consumate work of art!" He displayed the smiling,raisin-faced scone proudly, and I choked down a laugh, wondering where he'd heard that phrase.