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piosenniel · 01-03-2003, 10:25 PM

No one had answered her call to make toast. An old campaigner, from wars now long forgotten, Pio walked out into the Common Room and and looked for likely volunteers. There sat the two Hobbits - Biffo and his erstwhile cousin, Belle.

'Come, you two.' she said firmly to them, hooking her arms through theirs as she picked them up from their seats. 'I know Hobbbits are well versed in making toast, and I need your assistance."

She handed each of them two toasting forks and the platter of fresh cut bread. 'Toast this up, if you will, then arrange it nicely on these two trays.' She picked up a tray filled with jam pots, honey jars, and saucers of fresh, sweet butter.

'I'm going out to put these on the tables, and when you're done you can pass the trays of toast around, along with the cheese in case anyone desires it.'

She leaned over and whispered to Beruthiel as she sat the jam, honey, and butter at her table. 'If it's not too juch trouble, Elf. Pass out the cups to people then bring out the pots of tea and coffee for them and make the rounds.' Pio eyed her closely. 'Sleep has done you well, Beruthiel. Grab an apron in the kitchen then, and hop to it!'

'Just like Pio to organize things.' thought Cami as she relaxed in her chair, the twinge in her ribs down to a dull, persistent ach for the moment. She chuckled to herself. 'Good thing they aren't facing the enemy with her - she can be ruthless in her orders . . . and relentless.'

The Hobbit raised her nose to sniff the smells of a substantial Shire breakfast. Mouth watering at the enticing scents, she tied a napkin about her neck and waited.

[ January 03, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

01-03-2003, 10:25 PM	#11
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	No one had answered her call to make toast. An old campaigner, from wars now long forgotten, Pio walked out into the Common Room and and looked for likely volunteers. There sat the two Hobbits - Biffo and his erstwhile cousin, Belle. 'Come, you two.' she said firmly to them, hooking her arms through theirs as she picked them up from their seats. 'I know Hobbbits are well versed in making toast, and I need your assistance." She handed each of them two toasting forks and the platter of fresh cut bread. 'Toast this up, if you will, then arrange it nicely on these two trays.' She picked up a tray filled with jam pots, honey jars, and saucers of fresh, sweet butter. 'I'm going out to put these on the tables, and when you're done you can pass the trays of toast around, along with the cheese in case anyone desires it.' She leaned over and whispered to Beruthiel as she sat the jam, honey, and butter at her table. 'If it's not too juch trouble, Elf. Pass out the cups to people then bring out the pots of tea and coffee for them and make the rounds.' Pio eyed her closely. 'Sleep has done you well, Beruthiel. Grab an apron in the kitchen then, and hop to it!' 'Just like Pio to organize things.' thought Cami as she relaxed in her chair, the twinge in her ribs down to a dull, persistent ach for the moment. She chuckled to herself. 'Good thing they aren't facing the enemy with her - she can be ruthless in her orders . . . and relentless.' The Hobbit raised her nose to sniff the smells of a substantial Shire breakfast. Mouth watering at the enticing scents, she tied a napkin about her neck and waited. [ January 03, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.