[Amanaduial the archer]

As Elentari and Finduilas were discussing this, with knowledge from both sides, Aman quietly cleared away the dirty glasses which had been left on that table since before they came. Taking also the glasses she had put on the bar earlier, the Innkeeper went into the kitchen to deposit them in the sink. She snuk into the kitchen very quietly: hopefully, if Cook was distracted enough with Pio at the bar, where they were talking animatedly about the party.

Getting quickly to the sink, Aman left the dishes and glasses in and started to run the water so they would be able to soak. She would allow about four or five inches, just enough to get some water into or around all of them...just as her target was reached and she turned off the tap, a knock, however small and polite, made her jump and turn around quickly.

"Anyone in? I’ve some things here from the Log..." The clear, quiet voice was followed by a pretty, rosy cheeked face, framed with brown curls, peering around the door. Aman smiled, feeling slightly foolish at having jumped so, and walked across, opening the door wide and taking in the hobbit, who was clutching a covered basket.

"Excellent, come in, please," Aman stepped aside and, with a small smile, the hobbit came in, putting down the basket on the table. The Floating Log was another Inn not too far away, and was almost like a 'sister-Inn' to the Dragon - Aman knew the Innkeeper there, who had recently moved on, had been a good friend of Pio in her time here, in a comradely sort of way. And Pio had always laughed as she told Aman of how surprised the folk there were to see her when she occasionally had to come by - seldom did any of the big folk at all pass through Frogmorten, and elves were completely scarce, obviously.

"I'm Aman, the Innkeeper." Aman smiled and nodded courteously, careful not to look down in any way at the hobbit.

"Primrose Bolger. From the Floating Log - we heard about Miss Pio arriving and about the party and we brought along a few items like - delicacies is you may - not only from the Log, but from a few other well wishers like, you know."

Aman nodded, and her gaze strayed outside the door...and her eyes widened. What Primrose seemed to class as 'a few items' stretched to four to six baskets which now sat outside the door. The Innkeeper smiled slightly incredulously.

"Excellent," she said breathily. "Absolutely excellent. 'Scuse me, I'll just go and get Coo - sorry, Miss Bunce, and - well, you won't have seen Pio's babies yet, will you?"

Primrose beamed, her face lighting up. "Oh, that would be wonderful!"

Aman smiled and hurried outside to the common room. Pio, you have a visitor - and a very welcome one at that. From the Log.

The elf looked up as Aman sent the message, and her face also lit up. She spoke quickly to Cook, and the hobbit also grinned, as the pair stood, a baby apiece, and started towards the kitchen. Aman smiled at them as they began to come across, then ducked back into the kitchen to help Primrose start unpacking the first of the baskets.