Baby Frodo likes apples, but can't chew the skins, so Sam spends time peeling long curls of apple skin. Elly, sitting on the floor at his feet, plays with them, arranges them in crude words.
Frodo kneels beside her, reshapes one curl into an S. A few other pieces form the A, and two identical pieces fit as a curved M. Elly claps in delight and grins up at Sam.
"Da!"
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