Surveying the scene before him, Saucepan noticed an insanely giggling Hippo tying together the bootlaces of a snoring Dwarf. Across the room, a small yellow chicken was jumping up and down with impatience next to a tall Elf conducting an important looking conversation on his mobile.
"I really feel quite at home here," he thought to himself. "Funny, though. Aren't Elves supposed to have long wispy beards and pointed hats? Still, the pointy ears make sense. Well, leaf-shaped, anyway."
His eyes alighted on a fair, cold, but somehow innocent looking figure in white waving at him. He waved back, not recogising her. Then, as he noticed her looking questioningly at his cup of tea, realisation dawned.
"Why, Lush!" he exclaimed. "It cannot be. You look so, um, well, innocent. Radiant, of course, though. How do you do. Lovely to see you here."
Just then Sophia came over and introduced her escort, Fin.
"Mind if we join you in a cup of tea?" she asked.
"Bree?" replied Saucepan. "I thought that we were in Gondor. Mind you, I don't live here, of course. I've just popped up from the Enchanted Wood for the evening."
Sophia flashed him an impatient look. "No, TEA, I said."
"Oh, sorry, I thought that you said ... Oh well, never mind. Of course you can."
Saucepan deftly (well as deftly as an old man covered in pots and pans is able) snatched two cups from the bar and filled them with steaming tea from his kettle.
"Now, how about that dance?"
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Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind!
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