[Merri]

Elanor sighed happily at the thought of a good breakfast. She put away all the cleaning materials and stood, glaring at Tom.

"It's a wonder how poor Miss Pio and Miss Cami put up with you," She said, for several times that morning, he had intentionally splashed water over her.

"Nobody asked them to," Tom replied gaily. "Come, Elanor, let's get some breakfast, and maybe you'll stop acting like a wronged hobbit then. Smell the food! How delicious!"

"You're a difficult hobbit to deal with, you know that Tom?"

"And you think you're any easier to deal with?"

The two hobbits might have allowed themselves to fall into a heated argument then, if it hadn't been for the fact that the smell of food was so strong.

"I don't want to argue until I've had some good, hearty breakfast," Elanor said firmly. "And then I'll argue all you want me to." Tom seemed about to retort indignantly, but then thought better of it.