"Aww, why not mum?"
Eglantine simply ignored her youngest child's complaints as she continued to kneaded the dough in front of her.
"Muuuuum!" Pippin cried, "I wanna go with Merry to see cousin Frodo!"
"I told you, your father said no. So stop bothering me about it." Adding more flour to the counter, Eglantine continued, "Besides, Merry has already been here for a fortnight. You can stand a little time apart from one another. It wont kill you."
That's precisely what she doesn't get, Pippin thought to himself, I can't live without him. "I will too die!" Pippin argued.
"From What! Exactly?" she asked, now becoming annoyed with him.
"Boredom," muttered Pippin, hanging his head. He knew he was no closer to convincing his mother to let him go. Pippin began to dig his fingers into the small mound of flour that had fallen on the floor. He stuck out his bottom lip in a pout in hopes of capturing sympathy from her. Pippin's fingers, and part of his trousers were now white with powder.
"You will not die of boredom! You silly Took," she laughed, warming up to him. He may be pushy sometimes, but you've got to admit, he does look adorable with flour all over himself. Seeming to read his mother's mind, Pippin took the rest of the flour on the counter, and flung it over his head, earning a surprised scream and a boot out of the kitchen.