Nothing can be heard but chomping and chewing, and Beorn smiles to himself.
Always a good sign, he thinks, when the needless chatter stops.
He sips from his mug and surveys the scene- everything is as it should be. Even the Halfling is happy.
"I must say, Beorn, that this cheese is delectable- I've never tasted anything like it!"
"My own special recipe."
The Halfling nods in return.
"I make it from moose-milk."
The Dwarves look in horror at their plates, and the Halfling continues his breakfast, and the Wizard laughs loud and long.
Beorn, meanwhile, is baffled…
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