[Angry Brandybuck]

Angry stared in befuddlement at the pretty trinket dangled in front of his eyes while the meaning of what the lady had said filtered through the muddy quagmire of his mind. He was taken aback when he worked out what she was saying
"Ah, don't be ridiculous Miss, what would I want with such a pretty thing as that eh? No, come now, theres no point in me letting a bed go unused now is there?"

Although inside he knew that he would never go hungry with the money that shiny thing would get him, he could see plainly in this woman's eyes that there was history behind this artefact. He also knew that he was easily well-off enough not to need the money this thing would provide, He was a Brandybuck after all.

He had been warned by his parents about inviting 'strange folk' back to the new Hobbit Hole they had bought him, but he had been ever so lonesome in there ever since moving in.
"In fact," he said "I'd enjoy the company at breakfast time, and during most of the day come to think of it. Aye, theres a bed for you at Number 6, Grassy Knoll for however long you need it"

"as for me name, well, it is actually Arthur Brandybuck but most of my friends're want to call me Angry, on account of me never getting too worked up over anything. There're those'd call it a Hironik name, I just accept it as me own."

He proffered his stubby little hand to her as mean of a formal introduction, and beamed at her with his best smile.