What About A Cute(?) One!

“Just a second! Let me just...Oh dear...”A clattering of pots and pants erupted as a frizzly blur of chestnut hair fumbled past the doorway, only a meek squeal to follow as a loud crash came right after. A lone tomato rolled across the floor along with a makeshift bowl to the dwarf’s boots, “...Uuuuh, Belle, You there? Can you help...Please?...I’m stuck…”

Belle sighed as she began to walk into the kitchen, “Honestly Rose, it’s a miracle dat ya 'aven’t burned down de place yet.” She said as she walked into the kitchen. It was a disarray of fresh new ingredients that littered the tables and floor, along with the more then standard cooking utensil. ‘Rose’ or at least Roland could only presume Rose was ass first in a big pot. Flailing her hands and large feet in an attempt to free herself. She had a distinct button face. A small nose with chubby rose cheeks that was peppered with freckles, though not as much as Belle who more likely got a lot more vitamin D. If anything, she looked a lot like the other...halflings that he saw earlier, albeit on the much heavier side. (In some areas at least.)

Belle tipped the pot over and placed the halfling face down, grabbing the pot handles and giving it soft tugs, “Damn 'obbit!! lay aff the cookin'! I swear it only goes ta one or two places!”

The halfling squeaked and wiggled in Belle's grasp, cheeks reddening in embarrassment “Y-You're one to talk! A-At least I can fit my bras!”

Belle’s cheeks took on a darker hue as her tugs became a tad more forceful. A wicked smirk thinned her cheeks as her tugs began to lift the poor hobbit off the ground, “That’s rich comin' from de princess av cakes 'erself! Shud we blather aboyt waaat ya do durin' ya break times? Or 'oy aboyt I tell Mrs.Lovebottom wha most av 'er extra stock ends up!”

The halfling wailed as he squirming grew more frantic, “Noooooo! Please Belle! Mum’ll have my hide if she finds out! Please don’t-”

PLOP

Rose fell face-first into the floor with a thud, the pot coming loose from her tush with a strained pop. She groaned as her hand went to rub her noggin, “Owwie….My head hurts...”

Roland looked over Belle's shoulder before limping past her. He slowly kneeled and offered a hand, “Uh, are you ok?”

Rose’s head turned to meet his gaze as a dainty hand took his. Her hazel eyes and posture brightening as her cheeks took on a rosier color, “A-Ah thanks! I-I’m so sorry that you had to see that! I’m usually more organized!” She stood up to full height...which was just a smidge shorter than Belle gave a smirk and gave a curtsy bow, “Welcome to the Drunken Duck! My name is Rose Lovebottom and I run the Inn while mum’s away! I apologize for the mess, but I-I’ll make it up with the big tavern party during the festival!”

Roland gave a confused look as his gaze rested on the hobbit, “Festival? You’re having a festival?”

Rose furrowed her brows in return, before putting a hand to her mouth, “Oh I'm sorry! You must be still recovering from that fall of yours! Belle-”

“What?!” Belle’s face was bordering on pure crimson. Her teeth gritted as she had folded her arms over her chest. Her top was drenched, and was still dripping sweat it seems.

Rose quickly fishes out a key from her pocket and throws it to the dwarf, “Oh right sorry! It's in the back! I have a new top for you to put on after you’re-” Belle simply snatched the key midair and rushed to a door in the further back, opening the door with quick succession and slamming it with a loud shut.

Rose gave Roland a reassuring if a tad uncertain smile, Don’t worry about Bellerune. She’s always a tad antsy in the morning! How about I make you a plate! You must be starving after all this time!”

Before Roland could protest he felt himself being pulled out of the kitchen and being seated at the bar, “Now!” Rose gave him a cheerful smile, “What can I get ya?”