Haggis (prompt: Nausea/Vomiting)
“This is a very old recipe,” Bilbo explained as he put the dish down. “My mother had it from her mother, who got it from hers, who …”
“An old recipe indeed,” Elrohir forestalled him quickly. “But what is a haggis? I have never seen one. Is it native to The Shire?”
Bilbo chuckled. “I’ll explain. You’d better taste it first!”
Elrohir tried some. “It is very good,” he agreed, taking some more. “What manner of creature is it?”
“It’s made from a sheep’s heart, liver and lungs; minced and all wrapped up in its stomach … Elrohir? What’s wrong?”