Lucky enough Pippin was not someone to shy away from a challenge... and though he had just wolfed down the generous gift of the young maiden, there was just a hole to fill here and there, so to speak.
"Thank you, Master Valandil", he retorted with a merry grin, "I should recommend your skills to my father's cook. She would be more than happy to lay her hands on the recipe. Which would enable me , of course, to enjoy a reminder of Minas Tirith's delicacies every morning, as soon as I have returned home."
The thought of Paladin (waiting for news about his only son for nearly one year now) made his grin fade ever-so-slightly. But Master Valandil didn't notice it.
"I will send my apprentice with some of my cinnamon rolls to the palace this morning", he said with a proud smile. "This might make a fine breakfast for the King, don't you think, Sir Perian?"
Pippin hurriedly decided to keep for himself what he was thinking. He had to suppress a giggle when the imagined the expression on the baker's face if he told him that the King of Gondor would probably turn downright green at the thought of cinnamon rolls right now, and that he most certainly would prefer a mug of blackberry tea to soothe his beer-soaked stomach.
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Date: 2006-01-26 07:31 am (UTC)"Thank you, Master Valandil", he retorted with a merry grin, "I should recommend your skills to my father's cook. She would be more than happy to lay her hands on the recipe. Which would enable me , of course, to enjoy a reminder of Minas Tirith's delicacies every morning, as soon as I have returned home."
The thought of Paladin (waiting for news about his only son for nearly one year now) made his grin fade ever-so-slightly. But Master Valandil didn't notice it.
"I will send my apprentice with some of my cinnamon rolls to the palace this morning", he said with a proud smile. "This might make a fine breakfast for the King, don't you think, Sir Perian?"
Pippin hurriedly decided to keep for himself what he was thinking. He had to suppress a giggle when the imagined the expression on the baker's face if he told him that the King of Gondor would probably turn downright green at the thought of cinnamon rolls right now, and that he most certainly would prefer a mug of blackberry tea to soothe his beer-soaked stomach.