[Science means something a little different to Faramir than it does to Norman - the images it brings to mind are of parchment and vellum rather than glassware and laboratories - but the thought behind what the older man is saying? That, he can grasp. Science and learning can so easily be tools of despair - so he has seen in his father, as the years of study turn to bitter obsession, and so he has found in himself - but it is something to remember, that core of hope.]

[He nods, and a faint smile touches his lips for a moment.]

I have no money for beer, least of all money that will be taken in this land. But I would make such a toast gladly.

And I thank you. You have raised my spirits a little. We will seek our answers together, you and I.