"Sounds fine, Ms. Brandybuck!" Biffo remarked. "Fine, indeed."
The prospect of cheap rates at almost every Inn in the Shire brought a golden glow to that particular Proudfoot's face. And to think, just last week his mother had told him how hard it was to find the perfect woman! Biffo noticed that most of the company were likewise relieved at hearing Melilot's news. Sleeping indoors, but on the cheap, seemed at first glance to be a grand solution.
Biffo felt sure that Primrose would have something to say about it, however. She had seemed most keen on saving money, even if this meant a more dangerous trip. Biffo could hardly make the decision either way, though, since it wasn't just his money that they would be spending. While he could pay his own way comfortably for the time they were to take, he was not so well off that he could do likewise for all of them. Perhaps Mr. Bilbo might need to help them out.
Primrose could now be seen mulling over the options, as the hobbit group looked on.
"Looks like she'll think of something, or burst trying!" Biffo whispered to his Uncle Olo, who promptly jabbed him quiet with an elbow (even though he was grinning as well).
Biffo hoped that they would be travelling in comfort. Quite apart from beers on tap, he did not relish the thought of staying up on bandit watch into the wee hours.
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But Gwindor answered: 'The doom lies in yourself, not in your name'.
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