"Pippin! Where are you?"
Pippin's eyes widened and his mouth dropped into an 'o' at the tone of his best friend's voice. What had he done this time?
"You took all my Longbottom Leaf, you little bastard!" Merry rounded the corner into the stable and stopped, seeing he had arrived at his destination. He leaned against a wooden support and fixed Pippin with an insincere glare.
"I didn't mean to!" Pippin chirped in his adorable Scottish accent. "It just sort of...happened."
"Damn you!" Pippin thought he was in huge trouble until he saw the grin splitting Merry's face, and he beamed. "Ya know you love me." He pointed out.
"Well, duh. Anyone else and I'd pound 'em." Merry reached up and Pippin flinched, but it was only a noogie. "Stop bein' so skittish Pippin!" he laughed. "I'm not really angry."
"Oh...so like, play anger?" Pippin asked.
"Yeah, of course."
Pippin smirked. "Like this?" He threw himself onto Merry's shoulders and heard hid friend groan under the suden onslaught of weight.
"Pippin!" he shrieked.
"AHHHH! Merrryyyy!" Pippin pounded his little fists lightly into his friend's shoulders and Merry almost dropped him, laughing.
"What's wrong with you Pippin?" he choked around the spasms.
"I'm just...play fightin'." Pippin reminded him.
"Will you ever grow up?" Merry asked, letting Pippin plot into the hay at their feet.
"No!" Pippin splutted, hay in his mouth. "I don't suppose I will!"