"Raspberry scones."
Frodo blinked and looked over his book. "What, Rosie-lass?"
Rosie Cotton, hands on her hips, pointed to a basket at her feet. "Raspberry scones. I made them. For us. When we have tea."
Setting aside his book, Frodo rose from his chair and picked up the basket. The scones smelled delicious, and Frodo smiled at Rosie. "Thank you."
Turning to take them into the kitchen, he noticed Sam sticking his tongue out at Rosie. Rosie stuck hers out in return, and Frodo shook his head, hiding a laugh. Sometimes his two 'students' were the most amusing things ever.
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