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‘Suit yourself, sir,’ Rowan answered. ‘Just make sure, if he asks, you let Master Boffin know it’s your idea to do the cleaning up.’ She looked from the sloppy mess to the Hobbit, her eyebrows rising slightly. My stars! Doesn’t look someone who’s ever cleaned up after himself in his life!’
She shrugged and turned away to fetch the broom and mop and such from the kitchen. It was only a few moments before she returned. ‘There you go! Just dump the mug pieces in this little bucket, along with the wet rags. You can put it there.’ She pointed to a corner behind the bar, near the kitchen entryway. ‘And just leave the mop in its bucket and the broom and dust pan over there, too, when you’re done with them. I’ll see to them.’
Rowan turned away, intending to see to a local fellow who’d come in. ‘Oh, I almost forgot,’ she said, stopping and turning back toward him. ‘It’s Rowan – my name – Rowan.’
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