Zest

            “Zest!” exclaimed Bilbo as he buttoned his waistcoat.  “That is what I needed at this time in my life—some reason to be glad to awaken in the morning, and to add interest to my days!” 

            Satisfied with his own appearance, he slipped down the hall and peered into Frodo’s room.  The lad lay, still sound asleep, in the midst of his bedding.  There was nothing to indicate Frodo intended to awaken within the next week.

            “Hmm.  It appears that this one needs some zest of his own.”

            Smiling in anticipation, he went to fetch a sodden bath sponge….