Frodo-lad was somewhat surprised at how easy it was for him to decide to throw the pudding at his sister after she decided to laugh at the state of his clothes. His smirk of sastisfaction turned to a blank, stunned expression as he turned to find Elanor tilting a very large bowel of pudding over his head. Within a few seconds he had obtained a new hat and pudding was all over his hair.
He slowly removed the bowel from his head. "Hrm. I'm hungry," he commented, refilling the bowel. Turning back to his sister his grinned. "It fits you better." He proceeded to "crown" her in simliar fashion, then dodging around to a somewhat protected corner of the table, launched missiles at any who came within his aim.
[ March 05, 2003: Message edited by: Carrūn ]
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