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Berulo had helped as much as he could with the moving of furniture when he was done eating, and was now helping to "test" the ale. It was a fine proper year, but it wouldn't do to make any mistakes and ruin the party, would it?
After the ale had been tested every which way to Sunday, Berulo walked back into the Inn to see if there was anything left to be carried out. Vaguely, he remembered a bunch of women's work needing to be done, and then there was food...lovely, glorious food.
He let his nose carry him to what he thought might be the kitchen. And he hadn't had any second breakfast, and he had been hauling tables all morning...
And imagine his suprise when he saw an Elf in the kitchen, making sandwiches!
"Er," he began. "Er, ahem, um..."
"Well?" said the hobbit Cook. "What do you want, young man?"
"Pardon me ma'am, sir, lady," he said. "Is there anything to carry out yet?"
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