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A server quickly came over to Al and gave him a towel to wipe whatever he could off his shirt. She suggested that Al go to the bar while she cleaned up, but he had other ideas. He didn’t want the dark-haired woman and her child to think of him as a clumsy good-for-nothing hobbit.

“Thank you kindly. My deepest apologies about this. I will do what I can to help clean the mess I made.” Whatever has gotten into me? he thought immediately, Cleaning is the last thing I want to do at the moment! But he started already. It wouldn’t be good to back away like that. Making good impressions was a tiresome business. “I’ll wipe it up myself, if you give me a broom, Mistress… er…” Al just realized that he doesn’t know the server’s name.