((I got cut off yesterday in the middle of the Family Crisis. So, trying to pick up where we left off...))
Okay, so, some
bad and possibly
traumatizing things have
happened that seem to be the reason why I am now in a cave, watching Froey slurp weed stew and crying prettily at the pain in my head.
And now itlooks like
MomDad really does
hate us.
*looks over at Mom and Dad who are threatening to haul us back to Bag End bodily*
Um...
I'm so confused.
*looks to Froey*