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[Feb. 7th, 2010|10:17 pm] |
*has cracked out the woolly grey coat and scarf for another round of northerly visits (long overdue, even by his standards)*
*finds himself planted at one of the usual kitchen tables on a chilly afternoon, finishing up a (purely hobbitish) lunch of sandwiches, soup, cheese, homemade applesauce, pickles, and iced tea* *does so love how some things never, ever change*
*waggles his spoon at his companion, continuing the conversation most cheerfully* You, my dear Meriadoc, haven't got the faintest clue what to do with this ex-Quendë you've snared. They don't come much more complicated, I'll tell you. *illustrating with a quick twirl of the spoon* That one likes to think round and round in circles. |
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