Peony shrugged, "No, I just ate not too long ago, but don't let that keep you from getting something to eat." She gave Surefoot one more friendly pat on the head. The horse whined a little as Peony and Jean turned to leave. Peony went back for another good-bye pet. "You big baby." She said, turning once again to leave.
Jean and Peony returned to the inn and took their seats back at the table. "So tell me Mr. Jean, how long have you been in the Shire?"
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