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[chopoffyourhead]

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Spam - Dining Hall

[droppinnoeaves]

Sam's dipping in and out of the Barge right now, occasionally replaced by a fancy elf, but he makes time when he can to watch the diners for Mister Riddle. And when he spots him, he waits until the lad's finished, catching him as he's about to leave again.

"Mister Riddle? We've jus' met in passing, but I'm Samwise Gamgee. I'm meant t'be your warden this month."

[chopoffyourhead]

There's a blink as he's addressed, brow furrowing slightly at the words that follow.

"I see..."

Almost reflexively, his hand moves to cover the bracelet shifting to blue.

"Nice to meet you, Samwise. I apologize, I've... been here—" he falters, "—four months now."

Time sure does fly. And still no permanent warden.

[droppinnoeaves]

"Ain't nothin' to apologize for, leastwise not t'me." He takes a moment fixing his sleeves - he'd had them rolled up for kitchen work. "I don' know as I've ever figured out what makes a warden helpful, other'n jus' someone to talk to. D'you drink tea?"

It's light cheating. He has read his ledger page.

[chopoffyourhead]

He idly watches the movements, before his gaze comes back up to him. The gaze softens slightly at the question.

"I do, yes. I'm partial to the lighter and sweeter flavors.

"Why?"