A quiet sighing, already exasperated by the Took.
"Fine fine, an apple pie. Go on then, start peeling and I'll get to the dough."
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A peeling knife is held up, almost in warning. Though with no real intentions... Only in his far off mind.
"What are you getting at, Took?"
spookyβ₯
HE'S JUST PLUMP AND THATS HOW I LIKE HIM π£οΈβοΈ
"It isn't finished! You'll just have to waitβ Grab us some of those tomatoes while you're here Pip."
Sam mutters something about his simple lunch turning into a feast...
"...Fine, two apple pies and I'll put on some vegetables for mashing and roasting."
spookyβ₯
PYRO QUIT CALLING SAM FAT π«΅ HE'S BIG BONED
spookyβ₯
Everyone say goodbye to Pippin π
A smack at the reaching hand from the one not holding the peeling knife β Lucky enough for Pippin..
"Was supposed to be none, Pip! Don't go messing or there will be no roast chicken or the likes for you."
"Are you some sort of hound? I only just put it in!"
