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A very damp hobbit wanders in the front door. His hands are pruny, and his hair is still dripping, and his lips are slightly blue. It's possible he's been swimming for too long.

He orders something warm and gets hot chocolate and a towel. He dries his hair vigorously for a moment, then picks up his hot chocolate and starts looking under tables and in corners, probably disturbing a few people as he goes.

After all, it's not every day a hobbit peers under your table and walks away for no apparant reason.

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Shannon smiles a little, or at least stops looking so annoyed. This whole thing with people bowing at her is something she could get used to. "I guess I'll do that."

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"Thanks," says Smeagol, and wanders off to look under someone else's table.