What
Imfer greets Clomlo, newly come to Hobbiton.

Who
Filby Pott (#29051).........himself
Clomlo Baggins (#22758).....himself

Imfer Rumble steps inside the cottage, neglacting to knock. "Eh, good-day? Anyone home, then?"

Clomlo says, "Well, g'morning (at least here it is)."

Clomlo gives Imfer a look of quiet reproach about not knocking, then motions for him to make himself at home.

"Aye, g'day sir," nods Imfer, smiling broadly. "Who're you then, if I may ask?"

Imfer continues to walk inside, closing the door.

Clomlo says, "Name's Clomlo,"

Clomlo extends his hand.

Clomlo says, "Just arrived here. New to th' place."

You say, "Well then... me name's Imfer Rumble." He shakes Clomlo's hand. "Pleasure meetin' you, sir. I came down here... well, I forgot why, but it'll come back to me!"

Imfer walks over to a chair. "Mind if I sit down, sir?"

Clomlo smiles. "Well, the pleasure's mutual, I'm sure."

Clomlo says, "Not at all."

Clomlo motions hurriedly to the chair, as if reproaching himself for not thinking of it sooner.

Imfer chuckles. "Thank you sir," he says as he sits down.

Clomlo takes a seat as well. "I'm sorry I can't stay longer," he says, pushing his straggly hair out of his eyes, "but I'm afraid that I have to be going in a few minutes. Beautiful place y'got here, sir."

"Aye," nods Imfer, "I just remembered why I came down here..." He pulls a brown paper bag out of a sack. "Aye, I came to bring these here cookies for Mister Drollo Baggins who lives here. I'll just give them to him when I see him." He chuckles. "Well, I'll not keep you sir, wouldn't want to do that."

Clomlo says, "No trouble, no trouble at all."

Clomlo stands, pushing his hair back yet again. "Been a pleasure t'meet you, sir.

You say, "Oh, I don't live here sir," with a smile, "I live farther up the Hill with me grandmam. 'Tis a nice place, though."

Clomlo says sheepishly, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll be wandering the Shire later, perhaps I'll stop by?"

Imfer laughs. "Aye, o' course. Make yourself at home, I suppose, though I think it's not me place to say. I'm sure the folks here wouldn't mind, of course."

Clomlo smiles. "I'll see if they'll take'e up on it. My thanks."

Clomlo moves towards the door. "I'm sorry, but I must be going now. Thank'e, kind sir, for showin' me around (and Happy New Year!)"

You say, "Aye, happy New Year to you to!"

Imfer smiles and waves.

Clomlo makes a gesture of goodbye to Imfer and departs.

Clomlo goes out the door to Hobbiton Lane.
Clomlo has left.