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I carried a unicorn, though. (Yes, Britt, this unicorn's for you.)
Erestor stewed as he went about performing triple the tasks he expected, and then went to the kitchens to persuade a cook to help him out of his predicament. “Rozalia,” he said sweetly as he entered the kitchen, “I was wondering...”
“I need the sherry for cooking.”
“Darling! I would never—“
“You have.” Rozalia, a stout fallowhide, wiped her hands on her apron. She was one of the few hobbits who lived in Imladris, and happened to be Elrond’s favorite pastry chef. “What can I do you fer, Mister Erestor?”
“I need cupcakes.”
“Do you, now? Just how did this come about?” She was already beginning to gather bowls, spoons, and other implements she would need. “And before you get comfortable, fetch me some eggs.”
Erestor held up a bowl he had kept hidden behind his back. “One step ahead.”
Rozalia took the bowl and set it on the counter. “What kind are you needin’?”
“Vanilla. And plain frosting.”
As she cracked an egg into a bowl, she smiled knowingly and glanced through her spices for the vanilla. “Sounds like these cupcakes might not be for you.”
“Compensation for a pregnant unicorn. Apparently eight vanilla cupcakes is the going rate.”
“Oh, Mister Erestor! You send me into stitches! It is a wonder you are a councilor and not a jester!” Rozalia handed him a pan. “Use a little oil to grease this. At least Estel will be happy with you come morning. I can only make cupcakes in batches of a score or more, and he will get whatever is left over once you have your eight.”
I carried a unicorn, though. (Yes, Britt, this unicorn's for you.)
Erestor stewed as he went about performing triple the tasks he expected, and then went to the kitchens to persuade a cook to help him out of his predicament. “Rozalia,” he said sweetly as he entered the kitchen, “I was wondering...”
“I need the sherry for cooking.”
“Darling! I would never—“
“You have.” Rozalia, a stout fallowhide, wiped her hands on her apron. She was one of the few hobbits who lived in Imladris, and happened to be Elrond’s favorite pastry chef. “What can I do you fer, Mister Erestor?”
“I need cupcakes.”
“Do you, now? Just how did this come about?” She was already beginning to gather bowls, spoons, and other implements she would need. “And before you get comfortable, fetch me some eggs.”
Erestor held up a bowl he had kept hidden behind his back. “One step ahead.”
Rozalia took the bowl and set it on the counter. “What kind are you needin’?”
“Vanilla. And plain frosting.”
As she cracked an egg into a bowl, she smiled knowingly and glanced through her spices for the vanilla. “Sounds like these cupcakes might not be for you.”
“Compensation for a pregnant unicorn. Apparently eight vanilla cupcakes is the going rate.”
“Oh, Mister Erestor! You send me into stitches! It is a wonder you are a councilor and not a jester!” Rozalia handed him a pan. “Use a little oil to grease this. At least Estel will be happy with you come morning. I can only make cupcakes in batches of a score or more, and he will get whatever is left over once you have your eight.”
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YOU JUST CARRY THE UNICORN.
YOU DON'T CAUSE THE UNICORN TO CARRY.
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Erulisse (one L)