Belin briefly considered pulling the misplaced mug from Turgon's hand and replacing it with a mug of cold water. If he couldn't tell her from Dwarin, or indeed distinguish between male and female, he was either very drunk or very inattentive, and probably wouldn't know the difference between beer and water either. But it was Piosenniel who had given it to him, and Belin could only assume that she'd known what she was doing. With a shrug, she gathered up some bread and cheese and handed it to the inebriated dwarf. "Pay attention," she admonished him, "really."
She glanced across the room to where Champignonne sat weeping into the table, and moved toward her with what was left of the cheese. "Are you all right?" she asked, offering it to her.
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"I hate dignity," cried Scraps, kicking a pebble high in the air and then trying to catch it as it fell. "Half the fools and all the wise folks are dignified, and I'm neither the one nor the other." --L. Frank Baum
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