paradisa | (no subject)

Six? That's twice as many! Are you hungry all the time?

[Annnd the kitchen! How convenient, there's a bowl of shiny apples on the counter. Red and green!]

Sometimes seven. We have breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, tea, dinner and sometimes supper.

[ He puts his hands on the counter and peers up before smiling her way. ]

I'm hungry now.

[He's not even that fat! Hobbit magic?! She grins at him, then goes to grab a chair. Fucken apples on the middle of the counter, not the edge!]

You can have two apples.

[ Frodo laughs and follows her to help with that chair and fetch the apples for the both of them now. He's still a gentleman! ]

[She giggles in return, letting Frodo be the gentleman, but still attempting to do a lot of the work when moving the chair over. No lazy people here.]

[ Yes good because why does he find this chair terribly heavy...

Once the chair is in the right place, Frodo starts climbing on with hands and feet, before he makes to stand and reach for the apples. But for reasons unknown, the world spins as soon as he stretches out his hand. Dizzy, he stumbles back to fall with a thud, more surprised than actually hurt!

Bzuh? ]

Frodo!

[Oh, no. He was so tired, she should have been the one to climb up on the chair. The distance isn't THAT much, but it had to hurt his butt. She knows from experience.]

Are you okay?!

[She's right there next to him, fretting.]

[ Frodo has a butt made of steel, fortunately. It isn't the pain that bothers him so much as how he slipped and why he felt so dizzy then. Fatigue, probably.

He offers her an apologetic smile and starts getting up. ]

Perfectly fine. I'm sorry to have alarmed you, I must have slipped.

You're still tired, aren't you? It's okay, I'll get them.

[Once she helps him up, she starts climbing up onto the chair.]

[ Frodo goes to hold the chair steady since she now has to climb. ]

And hungry!

[She'll just take the whole bowl. After grabbing it, she crouches on the chair to hand it off to Frodo.]

Can you take it?

[ Frodo takes the plate carefully and sets it on a nearby chair. He isn't senile yet, Clem, it's cool :') ]

Two, did you say?

Thanks.

[She hops down.]

Well... I guess since we have the whole bowl, you can have more than two. If you wanted.

[ He smiles back, picking a nice red one to offer her. ]

After you, Clementine.

[Clem takes the apple with a smile.]

Are you going to eat three? Or four?

[ And then he takes one for himself! ]

First, how many would you have?

I'm not that hungry, so one should do it.

In that case, I will have the rest!

[Another of those wide eyed stares.]

--really? That's so much...

[She'll be climbing onto the bench at the table to sit. SHOWTIME.]

[ He just grins and picks up an apple for himself, taking a seat on the floor in front of her. ]

I could slice that for you.

Could you? Please! I can find a knife.

[She hops off to check the drawers.]<i/.

It would be my pleasure!

[ He stands to help her find a knife. ]

[Her mother always fretted over her using knives, though her father was the one more willing to let her try them out. Still, he'd watch her like a hawk to make sure she didn't cut herself.

Her brow creases as she wonders how they would feel knowing how often she handled a gun. That was more dangerous than a knife, wasn't it?]

Apples taste better when they're cut.

[ Good thing this knife only needs leaning on the table and really reaching to catch the handle. Frodo carries it back and opens up his palm to get that red apple from her. That's already the nicest one! ]

Last night might be the first time I've had them, else I don't remember. And they did taste best.

[ Because he was famished and tired of elvish bread. ]

[She hands over the apple, back to smiling.]

You said you were going somewhere, didn't you?