‘Very pleased to meet you, Lilly!’ Rose smiled at the invitation and gave a small wave back to where the older Hobbit sat. ‘My name is Rose Woolcomb,’ she went on. ‘I’d be glad of a place to sit down for a bit.’ Rose followed along after Lilly as she led the way back to the table.
There were lovely aromas issuing from the kitchen, whose door was propped open now as a stream of servers issued forth bearing trays piled with baskets of bread and bowls of mutton stew. Rose’s belly was grumbling loudly by the time the two girls neared the older lady.
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