A drabble about a certain Dwarf king's encounter with a new kind of food….
For WritersMonth2021
Prompt: Pizza
Thorin poked the circle of melted cheese with his knife. "What in Mahal's name is this?"
Wallace laughed, pulling a slice onto his plate. "There's no pizza where you come from?"
"It looks disgusting," Thorin wrinkled his nose. It didn't smell too bad, but why would they melt cheese over perfectly good bread? The things people ate in Kaylea's country mystified him: raw fish, spikey vegetables, now this squishy pie-thing you apparently ate with your hands. He looked at his companions, happily munching away.
"You'll never know unless you try it," Donal told him.
As if handling a poisonous snake, Thorin took a slice. He lifted the cheese dubiously, saw sauce underneath. You only live once, he told himself. He picked it up and took a bite.
And that is how pizza came to be served in Erebor.