In honour of those heading off to Scotland for a hobbity moot, this drabble:

So, Folco, I thought I’d find you here... your sister said you were in one of your moods...

Moods! Hah! What I’m in the middle of is beer, if you’ll so kindly hand mine back!

So tell me, cousin, what’s eating you?

Eating me? Trust you to bring up the topic of food, Fatty. Gi’ me my beer!

Well?

Not at all well--I want my beer, you bl--

Ah-ah-ah, you know what Lobelia says about language! What is it, that’s got you so miserable, cousin-mine? Here... (shove)

It’s just that... (slurp) you’re all going off without me, next week...