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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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He nods.

"At least half a year. Probably more."

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"Do you like it?" Ivy paused then, remembering why he had bumped into her in the first place. "Oh, I am sorry; am I keeping you from your quest?"

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"It's better than where I was.

Well . . . I probably should keep looking," he says thoughtfully. "I'll talk to you later, maybe?"

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"I would enjoy that," Ivy replied. "Good luck. I hope find him."

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It's too bad Ivy can't see, really, because that just makes Smeagol smile.

"Thank you. I'll look for you later."

And he's off.