3. Fiddlesticks to Aunt Belinda
"You know I was joking?"
She walks to where he sits in her father's old armchair, perches on his knee, he smiles.
"Blue was fine?"
She nods, smiles back.
"Yes. But that spare room.."
She whispers in his ear; his eyes widen.
She nods again and his eyes glow with un-Baggins-like glee.
"You realise I'll have to move Aunt Belinda's plates?"
The glow in her eyes matches his.
"Fiddlesticks to Aunt Belinda's plates. Send them down the hall to roll, for all I care!"
"Your wish is my command."
It's why she loves him.
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