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Enter Smeagol. He orders a pint of beer and some bread and cheese from the bar, which adjusts George Weasley's tab accordingly. Smeagol sits down in a booth and makes short work of the food in proper hobbit-fashion, then pulls out his pipe and commences to smoke. He looks vaguely uncomfortable, which isn't that unusual, and glances underneath the table. It's invitingly more similar to a hobbit-hole than his room, and he slides experimentally underneath.

Actually, that's much better. He resumes smoking, looking slightly less jumpy.

The mun has had a long week and has gone to bed.