"Any other words you can think of?" Pippin asked, slightly irritated.
"Slacker, moocher, idler, couch potato!" Merry grinned wickedly.
"I think you swallowed a thesaurus," Pippin returned. "Was I really that bad?"
"Not all the time, no," his cousin looked at him, there was still a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Only most of the time." Pippin stared at him for the longest time before both started chuckling.
"But you've certainly proven yourself since then, Pip."
"Yes. I think you brave, steadfast, and true now."
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