Food: It's amazing. I still don't know why Strider doesn't seem to know about all the meals.
Later that morning, we hobbits stopped. We were all really hungry, so we got stuff out to start cooking.
Strider paused, looking back at us. "Gentlemen, we do not stop 'til nightfall."
"What about breakfast?" I asked.
"We've already had it."
"We've had one, yes. What about second breakfast?"
Strider just walked away.
"Don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip," Merry said.
"What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn't he?"
"I wouldn't count on it."
Dang it.
An apple flew over some bushes. Merry caught it. He passed it to me and patted my shoulder. He walked away. Another apple came out of nowhere and slapped me on the head. I looked around, trying to figure out where it came from.
"Pippin!" Merry called.