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"Nice to meet you, Bingo," said Lily. "I don't need anything; I already have a cup of tea." Her head was whirling; everything had happened so fast. She decided that she rather liked each of the hobbits, even the grouchy one named Marcho, and the shy one, Posco, in particular caught her attention. Twylight seemed quite nice to Lily, and the fact that she was mute interested Lily quite a bit. Shortly after she had sat down a man in bright yellow boots and a green coat had sat down - Marcho had called him a drunkard. Lily had instantly felt an aversion to him, though she honestly couldn't say why. She was glad that he was across the table from her. There are some interesting people at the table, and no mistake! thought Lily.
Lily took a sip of tea. She was still smiling, if not so broadly. She really did enjoy meeting new people, and it seemed to her that an inn was just about the best place to do it.
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