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As she passed through the common room, Rowan glanced over to the table where the lady and her little girl were now seated. Good job, Penny! she said to herself with a smile. That one has all the makings of a right server! Didn’t spill a drop and managed to keep the toast from sliding off the plates!!
That wasn’t true, however for the rather tall Hobbit, she noted. Somehow he’d managed to knock over his mug of ale and there it was all over the table and puddling on the floor along with the shattered mug’s shards. She fixed what she hoped was an “it’s alright” smile on her face and approached him.
‘There now,’ she said taking out a towel she always had tucked in her apron. ‘You just step away from the table before you cut your foot on one of those jaggedy pieces.’ She handed him the clean towel. ‘Here . . . Master Brandybuck, isn’t it? Just dab yourself off and go over to the bar there. Master Boffin will set you up with another mug to settle your nerves.’
Rowan surveyed the mess before her. ‘And I’ll just get the broom and dustpan and mop bucket to clean up the spill. Be right as rain before you know it!’
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