An ale, a pipe, and a choice of pies is a sumptuous reward indeed ... made all the better through the pleasure of your company, dear Bethberry. Who else but a true Bombadil could make such a fine hostess, as to make everyone feel at home while away from home? [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]
* Gandalf, still hungry from the road's adventures, launched into a thick slice of cheddar cheese and gooseberry pie. The tart green berries were given just the right delicate sweetness with a combination of brown sugar and honey. *
* Holly and Olo came over to the pie-laden table. The two were just in time to catch the name of the country Hobbit, who'd been listening so intently to the tale of Maladil Castle that someone had stolen his beer right from under him and he'd had to order another. *
Gracious, it's an honor to meet you, Bethberry. Podo Cotton of Overhill, at your service. * Podo bowed in the best Hobbit fashion while looking out of the corner of his eyes at the assorted fruit pies, lest someone steal them too. * We're too far South for Buckleberry pies, I suppose. Had my fill of 'em last year when I won the pie-eating contest. But it's not always July in Hobbiton, is it? Oh, where are my manners? Thank you Bethberry, for sharing your dessert and your table!
* Podo then plopped himself down in a chair, so uncomfortably close to Gandalf that if only Podo were taller, the Hobbit would have been breathing down the wizard's neck. In between bites of strawberry rhubarb pie, talking with his mouth full, Podo let loose a torrent of questions about castles and gold and dangers and gold. * After all, * the Hobbit finally asked * ... what harm can ghosts do in broad daylight? [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img]
* Gandalf for his part did all he could to answer his Hobbit inquisitor with the most unhelpful vague grunts possible. At times one wondered whether the old wizard had gone hard of hearing, for some questions went unanswered altogether. *
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