For Primula Baggins for her birthday. Beta by RiverOtter.
“I’m not certain what to do with you, Frodo Baggins!” Primula held her faunt up before her face, and tried to appear stern as he opened his blue eyes to their widest extent and stared into hers as if he hadn’t the slightest idea as to what had disturbed her. But the bluish tinge about his mouth told of how it was her bowl of brambleberries was now empty.
“Oh, you scamp!” she said. “Those were intended for a pie for your Uncle Bilbo! Now we’ll have to eat strawberries and cream instead.”
The child broke into a wide grin.