*can't help but feel ever so slightly... what's the word... guilty? nah. too strong a word... uhm... ever so slightly regretful of breaking Ancalagon's ribs not because she cares how HE feels, but because Glaurung's upset by all the bickering*
*tries to ignore these feelings and finds she can't*
>_Well FUCK
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*thinks about making a cutting remark about the soup probably being poisoned, but restrains himself*
How nice. Thank you ever so much.
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*barely manages to stop herself from looking surprised and sets the tray down on the table beside you*
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I could just go get my mother.
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I'd rather you didn't, the poor woman spends too much of her time waiting on me already.
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Fine!
*sits down, looking clearly irritated, yet fails to hurl the bowl of soup over your head, despite what her instincts are ordering her to do*
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Is something amiss?
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*brandishes a spoonful of soup at your mouth*
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Now when did I ever-
*is abruptly silenced by a spoon insterted into his mouth*
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Quite. They're reserved for far more important things than the likes of cooking.
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What are, your ever-so-competent hands?
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That and the rest of me.
Now eat!
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