3.What his companions did not know was that Pippin had a card up his sleeve- his great-great uncle Bramble's hangover solution. It had been a bit of work, assembling the ingredients in this faraway land, but at last, with the covert assistance of the King's assistant assistant chemist, Pippin had a wee container of the hangover remedy in his pouch. All he needed was to carefully slip it into a mug of plain water, down it, and then sit back and watch smugly while his compatriots fell one by one. However, never one to tempt Fate (at least not since the rock-throwing incident in Moria) Pippin didn't want to overdo things.
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Date: 2006-01-25 01:23 pm (UTC)