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The cat twining about his legs, Legolas stared at the bowl of white... stuff that Gimli called breakfast.
He poked it experimentally with his spoon. "What is it?"
"Grits."
Legolas stared.
"...You eat them, Legolas."
"I don't."
Then you'll starve. You won't get anything else unless you eat them."
Legolas pouted, but inwardly grinned. When Gimli's back was turned, he deposited the stuff in the tabby's dish.
Gimli returned to see an empty bowl, an innocent Legolas... and the cat swipe its bowl away, spilling the contents
across the floor. Legolas glanced casually down.
"Mim doesn't like grits either, Gimli."
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