"Why, Gimli!" Menelien said, blushing. "I get the feeling by the way you're talking that you've consumed more alcohol than is good for you, but I can't really chastise yo for that" she said, slurring her words, and pointing vaguely towards the large pile of broken glass that Gimli had to assume was once a rather round amount of bottles. "But thank you anyway... as for Trippo, I believe he's gone through that hole in the wall he made last night, off with some warg..." she smirked, as did Gimli, though they both actually quite liked the hippo. "So, what would you like to do?" she asked. However, before he could answer, some fireworks went off... inside... as Menelien got up from the floor, rubbing her eyes, she saw a rather guilty looking pair sneaking away from the "scene of the crime", their faces strangely reminiscent of those of Merry and Pippin at a certain part of FotR...
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