First Taste

Merry had looked everywhere, and could not find it – that smell!

Now he was investigating every window and chimney of Brandyhall from the outside. Then, at last he saw it, waiting on the sill of a guest kitchen.

Pie, indeed – top just curling brown, center golden and soft. He plunged his pocket knife right on in.

And as he began to roll his tongue about the warm sticky sweetness his bliss was interrupted by a “tsk-tsk-tsk”, and there was Estella Bolger, come a-visiting, arms akimbo and tap-tap-tapping her foot disapprovingly.

Merry swallowed, and sighed.

He was well and truly caught.





This little confection must surely owe some of its flavor to Silvermoonlady's succulent "The Tart!" http://www.openscrolls.net/fanfic/story.php?no=1698