Frar noticed that there was a table full of food and breakfast goodies laid out for the Dwarfs' departure. He didn't eat any of it, as he was feeling a bit of a hangover, but he did take the time to look it over and compare the cooking to his own. Whoever made the sausages cooked them too long on one side, and you don't use that kind of salt on eggs! He would've gone on, but he heard Balin giving the command to pack it up and get going. Frar's train of thought completely changed course. He now thought about the journey and the adventure that awaited them, and also things like, did I pack enough pairs of socks?
They marched for some time at an easy pace, for they had no reason to go fast, the weather was great and they were in friendly lands still. Frar stayed to himself for most of the morning march as his stomach was feeling queasy. Normally he would have gone and talked to someone. When the sun was high in the sky, they stopped for not only a rest, but also for some lunch. Frar didn't feel up to cooking at the time, so he let the others make something. Leftover sausage and cram? Next time, I am definitely making the meal. After he force-fed himself the meal, he went over to Balin. "Say Balin, what do you say to next time we're stopping, I cook the meal," he started, "for I've got pots and pans with me, and some seasonings too.
"That sounds good right?"
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