The Halfling mulls over Avenel's final words, repeating them in his head for minutes in his seat atop the table of the Library.
"Don't you dare go hollow on me. Don't you dare go hollow on me."
In an instant he hops to his feet, dashing to the trapdoor at the back of the desk. Scrambling down the ladder he makes his way into the pantry, grabbing armfuls of bread, cheese, eggs, sausage and bacon. He waddles into the kitchen, lighting the fire and preparing his pots, pans and spices. Armin rubs his hands together, a large, ****-eating grin donning his facial expression as he exclaims,
"Can'' be 'ollow if I've ea'en second breakfas'!"