Title: Gluttony (why mess with the classics? and titles are my weak point anyway.)
Characters: Pippin, Frodo
Disclaimer: I love them, but I don't own them. I promise to clean the Pippin and friends up and send them back to Tolkien just as they were.
Icing everywhere: in the chestnut hair, a dab on the nose, liberally adorning shirt and trousers; hands and mouth, of course, are smeared and sticky and sweet. "What?"
"What are you doing? That cake is for Uncle Bilbo's birthday, you know. Was for Uncle Bilbo's birthday, anyway."
"But I didn't know. And it looked so good. I had to." Sniffle.
Stronger hobbits than I have been felled by less lethal weapons than those tearful green eyes. "Oh, Pippin. Let's clean you up and then I'll bake another."
"Can I help?"
"Is that icing on your foot?"