Character: Sam, plus Merry and Pip
Disclaimer: Tolkien - all belonga him
The door slammed with force enough to dislodge flakes of paint.
“But... but...” he sputtered. Alas, no reprieve – this was a mistake he would pay for! His shoulders slumped as he retreated. One look told them... though the almighty slam was a bit of a giveaway!
“She didn’t like them...?” said Pippin
Sam shook his head slowly, “I dunno why... these was the best I’ve grown all summer... lasses - if I’d another lifetime, I’d not understand them.”
Merry put a sympathetic arm around his shoulder, “Sam... d’you think perhaps... when Rosie said she liked flowers... maybe she didn’t mean cauliflowers...?”