Beth finds herself giggling, between Kili's vehemence that he doesn't want to wait and the way his cheeks go red, but she isn't laughing at him. She's laughing at herself, too, at the way her own ideas changed so much since meeting Daryl and she shakes her head, waving her hand at him. "I didn't wanna wait either," she admits, oddly delighted by the idea of someone asking her for advice. A year and a half ago, she'd never done more than a bit of making out. A few times she had let Zach reach under her shirt and one memorable occasion even into her shorts, but she'd barely touched him at all, afraid and nervous and embarrassed.

It's different with Daryl. It had been different right from the start.

"You know there's other stuff you can do, right?" she asks, willing her own cheeks not to go red. She's hardly an expert, but she's done a fair bit more in the past year than ever before and she does know some things. If any of that is going to help Kili, then she needs to be brave enough to just say it. To tell him exactly what their other options are and then it'll be up to him to present them to Tauriel to see if any of them suit her.

"If we're just talkin' about makin' her happy, there's tons of stuff,' she says. "Girls are pretty great like that. Sometimes even just friction is enough, so you can... y'know, you can rub up against her. Or you can use your fingers. It's not as official or whatever you'd wanna call it, but it'd still feel good for her. You'd have to be careful at first, though." Because if Tauriel has never done anything like that before, it might not be comfortable for her. It's not as if Kili has slender fingers. "Or as time goes on and she's more comfortable, you can do stuff with your mouth. Lots of stuff. Really, really good stuff. And none of that means you're married!"