I took The Hat. Silinde's been shrieking at me to give it back all day. Believe me, I would, but I sort of lost track of how much wine I had had and gave it away to a hobbit child last night think he looks cute when he's mad.
He amuses me to no end. And for anyone who may come across him in the future: poke him in the ear with a piece of grass. He hates that. Better be able to run fast, though. He gets fiesty. Especially if there's rocks nearby. Or a stick. Or a strategically placed loaf of bread. You'd think bread wouldn't hurt, wouldn't you? Not when Silinde gets a hold of it. Stupid git. *plucks bits of bread from his hair* Psh.
He's gone off somewhere (likely to devise a plan to kill me or shave me bald), anyhow, so now I'm bored.
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Yep. Very bored.