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[likedtheodds]

The future comes with a great many number of intriguing items. The one that Gwaine hasn't really explored until today is small, yet wildly interesting to him and so colourful. Shots. They're red and blue and purple and one is green and one is called a polar bear and he doesn't even know what a polar bear is, but he knows that it tastes marvelous

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[ringwinner]

"I don't know. What do they normally give as prizes here?" Bilbo Baggins had discovered the island tavern not long after his arrival, and (while it was no real substitute for any of the establishments he had known back in the Shire) he had become quite fond of it in a short while. Of course, all of it was far too big for him and he was quite dwarfed by his surroundings, but that in no way stopped him from visiting rather frequently.

"But whatever did you do to win something in the first place?" He had seen the man doing something to a strange sort of machine, but I am afraid to say that he had not quite put the two things together.

[likedtheodds]

"I'm not entirely sure," Gwaine admits, drunk as a bird, free as a bee, and some other things that he's sure sound lovely inside of his own head. "I took this thing," he says, hefting up the strange piece of plastic in his hands, "and I pointed it at the screen, only to find that I was a winner of some kind."

[ringwinner]

"Oh." Bilbo nodded his head as if he understood everything the man was telling him quite perfectly, though of course he did not. It seemed very little like any sort of game he had played back in Hobbiton, especially the games of aiming and skill that he had always excelled at. "You don't mind terribly if I have a go, do you?"

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine steps aside, gesturing for the shorter man to have at. "Honestly," he notes, peering at the strange flat picture in front of him that changes so quickly. "I don't think I've seen anything so strange, but everyone tells me the future is filled with such magical things. I think they're all a bit complicated," he confesses. "What's so wrong with the simple things? They're good. They work."

[ringwinner]

"A fellow after my own heart," Bilbo remarked, getting up on tip toes to get a closer look at the strange device. It did not work quite as well as he would have liked, but as long as he kept his balance it wasn't too horrible. "Everything was so very nice and simple where I came from, but this place... Why! This place would be a bit much even for a dwarf! Well, possibly. They have the most complicated minds I know of (not counting Gandalf) and might enjoy the place were it not so far from their gold."

[likedtheodds]

"You've known a dwarf?" Gwaine asks, his interest spiked. He's not entirely sure that he'd call the short bloke that he and Merlin met a dwarf, but he certainly hadn't been a normal folk. "What were they like? Short? Testy? Did they turn your weapons into flowers?" he asks, forehead furrowed at the reminder.

[ringwinner]

"I've known thirteen of them," Bilbo clarified happily. The exact function of the machine escaped him and he soon gave up trying to operate it, giving his full attention to the conversation instead. It was much more interesting and there was already nothing Mr. Baggins liked quite so much as recounting his adventures to a willing listener. "They were rather taller than I am, but still shorter than most Men. And I would certainly call most of them testy under the right circumstances, though I can't recall any of the company having much to do with flowers."

[likedtheodds]

"The one I met was pesky," Gwaine says with a wrinkle of his nose, hand reaching for his sword as if he wants to protect it from being turned into a floral delight all over again. "He said something about...well, he called me Strength."