[Pippin steps closer so that they might manage a more intimate conversation. Elvenking or no (even if Pippin doesn't know that part yet), hobbits aren't usually all that much for formalities. Their worlds are much simpler - you're either a friend or you aren't one. And if you are then you are a friend indeed.

At the question, he shakes his head.] No, my lord. I was...

[Wow, here's the part where he's kind of ashamed about having to admit to not having listened before at all.] There was a feast prepared, and I was awfully hungry. I was out for a walk all day and hadn't had anything but a bit of cheese since at least noontime. [That's a terribly awful long time for a growing hobbit, mind. Needless to say, he had been fairly...preoccupied.]