I sat besides Jon on a log while waiting for a special someone to come. Jon opened his lunch and started eating. It was already spring and the cold wasn't as severe as the harsh winter three months ago. I peeked at the food that Jon ate and my stomach grumbled.
I was about to bring my own lunch too, but Merry forbade me. She said she would cook and deliver my lunch herself. I sighed, it was weird to have someone personally cook for me, but Merry looked dejected when I tried to reject her request.
Thus, I complied.
About fifteen minutes after that, Merry arrived with a basket she carried. She had her long black hair tied up and her eyes wandered around until she found me and Jon sitting on a log. Her eyes instantly brightened and she hurried to my side.
"Here's your lunch!" Merry said excitedly.
