I make my husband a sandwich everyday for work. Once, I jokingly kissed it to show him that I made it “with love.” But then for some reason it stuck, and that just became the habit. Make sandwich, give it a little smooch, put into baggie. Except when I’m mad at him. Then that sandwich isn’t made with love. It gets no kiss. Yeah, enjoy that sandwich, jerkface. I hope it tastes like despair.
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“Cheer up,” Dwalin said as Thorin poked disconsolately at his sandwich. “Bilbo can’t be that mad at you. He still made you lunch.”
“Yes but -” Thorin broke off, looking somewhere between embarrassed and defiant. “He didn’t make it with love.”
“With love?” Dwalin scoffed, and Thorin glowered at him half-heartedly.
“I can tell,” he said sadly. “It doesn’t taste the same.”
“Didn’t Bilbo kiss it before he put it in the bag?” Dwalin mocked, only for Thorin to shake his head, totally serious.
Dwalin rolled his eyes at his own sandwich, which didn’t look half as good as Bilbo’s one, love or not. “I’m sure the two of you will be back to giving everyone around you cavities before too long,” he assured Thorin with a sigh.
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