Champignonne never heard an answer. She assumed they were too busy, or that her voice was too small. Soon it would be time to leave this inn, but she couldn't go now. No, she had to wait. She felt something wothin her. She barely noticed the entrance of several people, except the hobbit, whom she accepted (in her mind) as a wandering soul like her. She wanted to talk to this hobbit, but her shyness wouldn't let her.
That something, though, it made her feel cranky, impatient. It certainly was not a lack of food, for that was already done with (Champignonne had eaten about three plates of she knew not what). She couldn't concentrate, she was buried in her own thoughts. Utter distress rushed over her like a wave of superior power.
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Lots of Cheese
Je suis le fromage!
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