Pippin looked down from where he sat on one limb of the tree where he and Merry had taken refuge at where Sam stood waiting, his face set, his arms crossed, a skillet in one hand. He peered around the trunk of the tree at his cousin and commented conversationally, "You know, I don't know why it was I thought it was a good idea to place a mouse in his rucksack as a joke. Why didn't you talk me out of it?"
Merry nodded thoughtfully. "We're lucky he doesn't have any rope with him, or I suspect the two of us would even now be hanging from one of the trees in this forest. It's a good thing he's afraid of heights, don't you think?"
"Oh, I do think you're right about that, Merry." Then after another time of silence he added, "Do you think he'll be cooled off by the time Frodo finishes fixing supper?"