The supper we were served was, in a word, vile. There were odd white blocks among the (still meatless) food. When I tried one, I had to immediately spit it out, as it was some strange tasteless mush that felt wrong on the tongue. Dwalin loudly refused to touch it and when Balin tried a piece, he politely ate it, though his eyes were distressed.
My nanaddan were daring each other to try it. Fíli finally put a piece in his mouth only to spit it back out in his hand while Kíli laughed at him. With Kíli’s mouth open in laughter, Fíli took the opportunity to shove the food into their mouth, causing Kíli to panic and fall from their cushion.
Mr Baggins seemed fine with the strange food, as he seemed to be with all Elvish things. Bombur was asking about its qualities and delicately trying a piece. His face showed his displeasure but he tried it several times with different things.
The rest of the company shied away from the white blocks and picked through the food before them, still trying to figure out how the stick utensils worked.