Peony smiled, rising from her own seat. "Of course, I promised a visit to my own horse after my ride this morning. If you do not mind I have to get an apple. I will be right back."
Peony left Jean for a moment and caught one of the hobbit lasses as she was heading for the kitchen. Peony asked her to bring back an apple for her. She only had to wait a moment before the young hobbit returned with a shiny red apple. Peony thanked her and returned to Jean. "Shall we?"
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"Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain
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