What
Johnny, the Green Dragon's innkeeper, greets Belter Whitfoot and throws Azalea Took and her daughter out.

Who
Filby Pott (#29680)..........Johnny
Belter Whitfoot (#23555).....himself
Henna Brandybuck (#13947)....Azalea Took, Allegra Took

[Unfinished]

Ah, the noon hour. . favourite time of a hobbit's day, of course. Patrons hurry in for good seats but don't leave as quickly, for who wouldn't enjoy the comfort and warmth of a place such as this? It isn't quite packed but enough folk here to be considered a crowd.

Yet again the door opens and in steps Azalea Took, most known for the little girl - the sweet, adorable little lass, Allegra - that often accompanies her. But she isn't to be seen and the ladyhobbit looks about the room in confusion, then behind her as she notices her daughter is missing. But again the door opens and Allegra trots in beside her mother.

"I can't seem to find him, Allegra," Azalea says disappointedly. The little girl sniffles and says, "He PROMISED!" Azalea shrugs and sighs, dragging the little girl over to an empty table.

Johnny, the Green Dragon's bartender, shakes his head as Azalea and her daughter walk in. "This ain't no place for children, ma'am. We don't serve juice here but ale and liquor. I'd suggest the Bush 'cross the street if you want your li'l ones fed." He sighs and goes back to polishing glasses.

"Ohhh... I almost forgot," Azalea blushes and glances over to Allegra with some embarrassment in her tone. "Can't she please stay, sir?" she calls over to Johnny. "She won't be drinking, I can promise you that. We are to meet her father here and she is really looking forward to seeing him."

"Yeah, plEEEEEZZEEE?!" repeats Allegra. "I'll be on my best manners and won't do ANYthing bad, can't I stay misssterr??" Her sweet, innocent little smile marks her comment.

Sitting at the couch near the fireplace, where at this late time of spring still a log is burning merrily, Benter sits and puffs with some affection on his pipe. A pleasant aroma emits from this artful pipe. Being engaged in a conversation about the latest rumours happening to go around, Benter notices the new arrival and the tender's response. Nodding at the fellow hobbits around, he says with a warm voice, "Excuse me for a moment." Rising from the couch, he wanders towards the two newcomers. "Hullo! It's a beautiful day, isn't it? A bit chilly though. Well, I ponder Johnny here is right, but as they say, every rule is be proven by an exception. What do you say, Johnny?"

Johnny sighs and ignores Allegra's comment. "All right, ma'am, if you insist. But if that girl doesn anything that ain't to me liking, it's out she goes." He places down a glass and begins polishing another one.

The old hobbit nods delighted at the tender's decision and a smiles shines upon his face, leaving even a chilled soul with a warm heart.

"Thank you, sir, she'll be on her manners, won't we, Allegra?" the Took responds gently, the last part of this comment directed to her daughter. The little girl smiles widely, from ear to ear as she nods her head in agreement. "Well, Allegra, what will we be - " Azalea stops short as the gentlehobbit approaches her table. "Beautiful day, indeed," she replies kindly, though not responding to the latter part of the statement.

The bartender grumbles something under his breath and rolls his eyes. "Right, then. But don't just sit 'round idling there, you've got to order something."

"I don't want to intrude or anything, but I ponder I'm getting just too curious at my age." A merry laugh escapes the old hobbit and his cheeks blush at his own comment. "I guess I would just like to know why you meet your husband at such odd place." Looking at Johnny, he say, "I didn't mean it as it sounded. It's just an unusual place to meet someone if you have a child with you. Oh... From the smell of it, you must have something delicious roasting back there. What ever it is, bring me three servings." Smiling at the lady and the child, he sits down at the table and stubs his glasses. "I hope you accept an foolish old hobbits invitation, ma'am."

Johnny raises an eyebrow quizically then nods. "Right then, sir. Werro, three servin's of pheasant for the feller by the fireplace!" he calls to the cook. "That'll be thirty coppers, then, or I can put it on your tab."

The sharp-eared Azalea hears the comment made by the bartender and wriggles uncomfortably in her seat, again glancing at Allegra. The ladyhobbit smiles up at the newcomer at her table, though it languishes rather hurtfully almost as soon as it appeared.

"Yes, I suppose it was rather ill-mannered of me to bring my daughter here... it wasn't intentional and I certainly wouldn't under most circumstances... it's just... my husband..," her sentence breaks off and she sighs. "Perhaps we WILL and go try that Ivy Bush across the street, Allegra. I think Mister Johnny here has lost himself some customers." Azalea rises, helping Allegra up with her. "I'm sorry," she apologizes to the gentlehobbit at her table. "Nice to meet you, though." With that she and her daughter exit the door.

Johnny grumbles. "Well, if yer goin' to be like that, I'm better off without ye!" he calls after Azalea scowling.

Raising an eyebrow at Johnny's comment, Belter replies, "I think I have never put anything on my tab since I'm a customer of yours. Oh well, once, but don't hold this against me." The hobbit grins and winks at the tender about his jest. Taking his hand under his west, he retrieves a small bag. Its not very full and the coins can be heard within. He retrieves the asked amount and puts it on the table. Just as set the coins upon the table, the lady makes her way. "That is unfortunate." he says with a slight frown on his face. Turning his head towards Johnny, he adds, "Oh well, one serving will do, but if it's as good as it smells, I might have another." Taking twenty coppers from the table he returns to the couch he came from.

As he calms, Johnny nods to Belter. "All right." He turns and shouts, "Make that one servin', Werro!" at which the cook grunts in agreement. "Ten coppers, then, an' another ten if you'd like another after."

Taking his beloved pipe once more to his hand, Belter nods at Johnny. "I left the coins on the table for you." He points over to the place he has been sitting on before. "And I didn't thought you would offer free seconds." Polishing the wooden body of the pipe with a soft cloth, he adds with a low voice, not really intended to be heard by the tender, "Would be a nice idea, though."