Caution: May Contain Nuts
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TitleCaution: May Contain Nuts
YearDuring School. No specific
RatingG
SpoilersBooks/Movies
SummaryA warning on a package of peanuts raises some questions.
"What's this then?" Ron asked as he caught a little bag Hermione tossed him.
"Peanuts," she replied as she settled herself on the grass next to Harry, handing him a little foil bag as well.
"And you're giving us peanuts because?" Harry asked as he turned the bag over in his hand.
"Hang on. . ." Ron muttered. "May contain nuts. You mean my bag of peanuts may not have peanuts in it?" he asked, sounding a little horrified at the prospect of having a bag of peanuts that was filled with something else. Hermione giggled and watched Harry read his bag.
"It's a warning," she clarified. "So the airline won't get in trouble if some one who's allergic to nuts opens the bag and has a reaction." Ron looked at her.
"There are muggles int he world dumb enough to touch something that will kill them?"
"Ron, we're dumb enough to touch things that will kill us," Harry said calmly. The trio laughed again. "Are they any good?"
"Depends on what you consider good peanuts," Hermione told Harry. "I certainly didn't enjoy them." He shrugged and opened the bag anyways.
"Mine has nuts in it," he told Ron with a smile. "Or maybe they're rock shaped nuts," he muttered as he chewed a few.
"You know, I read a box from a clothes iron that proclaimed one should remove their clothing before ironing," Hermione commented as she flopped back on the grass and watched the clouds roll by.
"Muggles are mad," Ron proclaimed. "It's a wonder any of them are still alive if they need warnings like that."
"Again, Ron, need I remind you of Fluffy, Snape, Hagrid's books . . ." Harry sounded off.
"Well, sure, but I mean . .come on! Trying to iron your clothes while you're wearing them? Madness I tell you." The three cut their conversation short when Mrs. Weasley called them all in for tea.
***
"I'll just be in the shed then, Molly," Arthur called as he made his way down the winding stair case later in the evening. He stopped in the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee and noticed a small packet on the table. He picked it up and read it over. "Muggle airline peanuts. . . ." he muttered to himself. He was about to put the package back on the table when he caught sight of the caution.
CAUTION: bag may contain nuts.
Arthur read this over a few times and wondered what kind of nuts it may contain. Granted the bag proclaimed them to be peanuts, but what if they were Brazil nuts? or pecans? Or, maybe even those long metal nuts that muggles used in construction? He considered opening the bag then and there, but hesitated and placed it on the table again with a sigh.
The chances of it being something that Fred and George had created was also very high. And if that were the case, there just might be tiny little people in the bag who really were mad. Arthur headed out on his way to the garage without further thought to the little bag that may contain nuts.
Well, that was crap-tastic. . .
YearDuring School. No specific
RatingG
SpoilersBooks/Movies
SummaryA warning on a package of peanuts raises some questions.
"What's this then?" Ron asked as he caught a little bag Hermione tossed him.
"Peanuts," she replied as she settled herself on the grass next to Harry, handing him a little foil bag as well.
"And you're giving us peanuts because?" Harry asked as he turned the bag over in his hand.
"Hang on. . ." Ron muttered. "May contain nuts. You mean my bag of peanuts may not have peanuts in it?" he asked, sounding a little horrified at the prospect of having a bag of peanuts that was filled with something else. Hermione giggled and watched Harry read his bag.
"It's a warning," she clarified. "So the airline won't get in trouble if some one who's allergic to nuts opens the bag and has a reaction." Ron looked at her.
"There are muggles int he world dumb enough to touch something that will kill them?"
"Ron, we're dumb enough to touch things that will kill us," Harry said calmly. The trio laughed again. "Are they any good?"
"Depends on what you consider good peanuts," Hermione told Harry. "I certainly didn't enjoy them." He shrugged and opened the bag anyways.
"Mine has nuts in it," he told Ron with a smile. "Or maybe they're rock shaped nuts," he muttered as he chewed a few.
"You know, I read a box from a clothes iron that proclaimed one should remove their clothing before ironing," Hermione commented as she flopped back on the grass and watched the clouds roll by.
"Muggles are mad," Ron proclaimed. "It's a wonder any of them are still alive if they need warnings like that."
"Again, Ron, need I remind you of Fluffy, Snape, Hagrid's books . . ." Harry sounded off.
"Well, sure, but I mean . .come on! Trying to iron your clothes while you're wearing them? Madness I tell you." The three cut their conversation short when Mrs. Weasley called them all in for tea.
***
"I'll just be in the shed then, Molly," Arthur called as he made his way down the winding stair case later in the evening. He stopped in the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee and noticed a small packet on the table. He picked it up and read it over. "Muggle airline peanuts. . . ." he muttered to himself. He was about to put the package back on the table when he caught sight of the caution.
CAUTION: bag may contain nuts.
Arthur read this over a few times and wondered what kind of nuts it may contain. Granted the bag proclaimed them to be peanuts, but what if they were Brazil nuts? or pecans? Or, maybe even those long metal nuts that muggles used in construction? He considered opening the bag then and there, but hesitated and placed it on the table again with a sigh.
The chances of it being something that Fred and George had created was also very high. And if that were the case, there just might be tiny little people in the bag who really were mad. Arthur headed out on his way to the garage without further thought to the little bag that may contain nuts.
Well, that was crap-tastic. . .