The narrator shuddered. If this wasn't a fine how do you do, he thought to himself. Here's everyone at a party in honour of the equinox and here's no one remembering any other party on this day. For shame. They hardly deserve to have this displayed upon the picnic table so prominently.
The narrator stood, faced west, and bowed.
Bilbo and Frodo, I at least salute you.
Muttering some more to himself and not bothering to record anything, the narrator then shuffled off for a quick nap, perhaps having imbibed a bit too much wine too quickly before eating. It looked like the tables weren't completely set anyway.
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