"Yes, thank you. A mug of beer would be nice . . . and possibly something to eat?” the man asked Mr. Boffin, “Also, if it's not too much trouble, could you return this?” Well, just as I expected, thought Al; To interrupt my greeting to this admirable goodhobbit innkeeper over here – for such unimportant matters! Cabbages and potatoes! Now I can see what muther meant about the Big Folk – the bigger you grow, the less sense remains in them! Mr. Boffin nodded and went away to do the man’s request.
Al was carefully arranging his face into a faint sneer, when the man’s voice jerked his attention back to him. "By the by, did you say that your name was Brandybuck? Of Brandy Hall?" What a question! What a silly man!
Al was about to answer haughtily when he remembered that he’s talking to a man almost double his size. He tried to make his voice polite, but some annoyance still seeped in. “Alferad Brandybuck, good sir. But I never said anything about Brandy Hall.” Al considered making up a story that he traveled from Hobbiton, but thought better of it. “I am indeed from Brandy Hall, though. If I may ask in turn, what is your name, and where are you from?”
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