*crunch!*
"Pip, what was that?" The small lump beside Frodo shifted.
"Nothing, cousin" came a muffled reply then a suspicious munching sound.
"Arn't you going to share?"
"Share what?"
Frodo turned Pippin to face him. "I know you're sneaking cookies in bed every night, dearest. I sweep the crumbs away in the morning."
A defeated sigh was let out before a little hand exstinded out holding a cookie. Frodo accepted it, and they both ate in contented munching.
"Thank you, cousin. Would you like to sneak some more cookies?"
Pippin smiled through the dark. "Could we?"