The Green Dragon

A robust hobbit chewing on a warm loaf of bread sat in the corner of the inn's common room. He sat alone at a table that he horded all for himself, and had placed his feet up on the tabletop in front of him. A lover of stories, songs, and food -- he cheered after the performance. His mouth was still full with bread, and out came a muffled groan/shout/cry.

"Cheers! Cheers!"

With his free (and chubby) left hand, the hobbit reached for his mug of ale. Swooping it upwards in a salute towards the performer, some of his ale sploshed over the lid and onto the table top.

"Cheers!"