Cold pizza breakfast
Rumil's eyes suddenly popped open and he sat up and stretched most widely.
'Good morning everyone! I'm so glad to see a few more guests at our un-party.
Morning Esty, sorry to doze off like that but I have journeyed many days to get here and must continue my travels tomorrow.
Good morning Legate, wonderful to see you again, I must remember to give some thought to your fiendish riddle when I have my books with me.
Hello Lhuna, I think its my first party here too, I guess we both wander in and out at unpredictable times but not all those who wander are lost, it is said!
Morning Bethberry, why thank-you, popcorn for breakfast is novel but certainly not unwelcome. A light refreshing rain might be just what I need to wake me up properly today.
Ah, and Eonwe has dropped in with refreshments too, wonderful! A sip of Miruvor in the morning does one the world of good.
And Gwathagor, you're quite welcome to the pizza, you must try my wild-caught Mirkwood venison with sauce made from the finest imported Numenorean tomatoes and wild kine of the East mozzarella on dough that surpasses the savour of any mortal bread. I like it with pineapple.'
Esty whispered a few words in Rumil's ear.
'Oh dear' said Rumil, 'I believe I must apologise for attempting the springle-ring while in an elvish restorative trance last night, too much wild kine mozzarella makes for a disturbed night.'
'Alatar, good to see you got in at last. It has been a strange sort of a day, but at least you made it in and I am coming round to the opinion that today is indeed today (though the palantir must need servicing again, it still thinks its tomorrow -ho hum).'
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