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Smeagol comes downstairs, still carrying paper and pen. He's not smoking tonight, so he orders a cup of tea from the bar and goes to sit down. Halfway across the room he notices Andrew. His face darkens angrily, and his knuckles are white where he's clenching the mug of tea. His first instinct is to hurt him, but he quells it and walks up behind the boy instead.