CHALLENGE: Something funny
Word Count: 100

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"Conspiracy"

Sam was a good cook, even by hobbit reckoning, and he had done a good deal of the camp-cooking on their travels, when there was a chance. 'Of Herbs and Stewed Rabbit', The Two Towers

"It was dreadful," Aragorn admitted. His eyes swept the courtyard to ensure that no one was listening. "What she put into that bowl... well, I don't want to think about it."

"Poor Strider," Sam commiserated. "I should have left you some of my spices and herbs to slip into any wayward stew that came your way."

Aragorn grinned. "Perhaps you should have." He lowered his voice further, even though only the White Tree could possibly have been eavesdropping. "Could you please leave a few Shire recipes with Lady Éowyn? I fear for my Steward's health."

"Of course," Sam grinned back.