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?"
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βRosie?β Pippin jerks his head around to look at the other, arching his brows. βDid you say Rosie, or roasting?β
His voice quickly takes on his characteristic mischievousness, biting into his apple again.
βOr will Frodo be coming after all?β
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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."
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Pippin smiles triumphantly around the apple in his mouth, deftly grabbing a peeler from a drawer. He knows exactly where.
βIs all this going to be enough? I thought youβve at least invited a few others.β
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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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Pippin grabs the basket of tomatoes, grabbing an apple from another bag as he goes, munching loudly.
βWhat else are you having today, eh? Ooh, you could bake these into a pie! Iβll help!β
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"It isn't finished! You'll just have to waitβ Grab us some of those tomatoes while you're here Pip."
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βWell, are you going to share or not?β
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"Are you some sort of hound? I only just put it in!"
