I whistled cheerfully as I worked, which I could tell was getting on some of the other hobbits' nerves.  But what could I do?  When one has been baking for nearly an entire day, one is entitled to whistle.

I carefully added a dollop of honey to the dough in the bowl before me.  Sam had asked me to help cook the treats for Bilbo's party, and could I do anything but agree?  It was an honor to be chosen.  I snatched a wooden spoon off the shelf and began to stir busily.  I had a lot of work if the food was to be finished by tonight.

Dana has gone 6 miles since 1/4/10 and is at Brandywine Bridge.