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Astilwen had been pleased to note that the woman stayed with her at the table and even seemed to have cheered up a little. She knew she'd been pretty insistent at first but she just hated to see anyone upset, and rather than ask them about it and send them into further sadness, getting them up and about often seemed to do the trick.
Behind the general babble she heard a question directed at her, and stopped filling her plate for a moment to answer it.
"So, what's your name, anyway?"
"I'm Astilwen. Odd name for a hobbit I know but I'm used to it now! And you?"
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“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
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