[Primrose Bolger]

Her kitchen duties were done for the moment, or at least until Cook noticed she’d gone off for a look about the Inn and called her back. Ginger Gamwich wandered out into the Common Room and nosed about here and there. Listening in a bit on conversations, watching the curious folk who had come to the Green Dragon that day.

A brown haired Elf sat at a table holding a drink in his hand. He’d thrown his black cape over the table and sipped from his mug as he looked about the room. At another table three Hobbits glanced about the Common Room, two of them with smiles on their faces and one with a quite disapproving look. I wonder what that’s all about? she thought to herself as she crossed the room and went out doors.

The day was lovely. Ginger picked a daisy from the bush at the base of the porch steps and tucked it behind her ear. The pretty, star-shaped flower was nestled in, in a fetching way, among her red curls. Following the little pebbled path around to the back of the Inn, she arrived just in time to see some of the servers clearing away a table that had been set up in the shade of the oak tree. Some of the fellows seated at table had already gotten up, among them was Derufin, whom she’d met earlier, walking along with a woman she did not recognize.

Oh, and there just getting up from the table was someone she knew. Mister Banks, it was. Andwise Banks. Ginger stepped toward him, waving as he noticed her . . .