[ He's about halfway down the stairs when he remembers it. The mug. He pauses there, staring, simply staring straight ahead and then he abruptly glances over his shoulder, weighing the options in mind. To go back and retrieve it or continue on? He'd meant to bring it back. He will bring it back, but... shall he do it now? It would be the... respectable thing to do? It's already been quite rude of him to burglar it away in the night; the bar staff have more likely than not, already washed and dried all the mugs from the previous night, so he's disrupted their orderly routine. Now to delay it even further…
There's the unmistakable, low grate of Thorin's voice though and Bilbo can't help the pull he feels for it. Later, he'll bring it down later; right now, his feet are eagerly set to walking again and before long, he's at the bottom stair. Ah, there he is. It's such a little thing. Honestly, it's really of no importance. But he does feel, for whatever reason, marginally better to have the other within sight.
He's only a few steps in then, however close enough to draw attention and as the old man's gaze suddenly shifts past Thorin and to him, Bilbo halts with a quick inhale. He really should have brought that mug with him. But it's brief and gone, the man's gaze back on the dwarf, and all the ridiculously unfounded panic goes with it. Get it together, Baggins; how would the barkeep even know a mug is missing, let alone that he has it stashed away upstairs? Well, he is washing right now, so perhaps he's taken count, and maybe last night…
He shakes it off. Absurd. Nonsensical. Downright daffy.
Forbidding himself to dwell on missing kitchenware, Bilbo smooths his hands over the lapels of his coat and then starts off once more. What are they talking about anyway? The question will have to go unanswered for now though, for when Bilbo wanders in close, there's enough of a pause in words for his good mannered sense to take notice of and immediately grabble for. ] Good morning. [ … And throat clear. Perhaps a touch too cheery? Either way, the bar-top is not too daunting, surprisingly, and Bilbo proceeds to pay careful attention to settling himself into his seat and… oh. Food. That looks nice. He technically didn't eat last night, mind you. And here he goes again with his mental weighting, rapping his fingers against the bar; has Thorin even sampled any of that? Waster. ]
i forgot to ask. does he still have his bandages on? specifically his head one LOL
There's the unmistakable, low grate of Thorin's voice though and Bilbo can't help the pull he feels for it. Later, he'll bring it down later; right now, his feet are eagerly set to walking again and before long, he's at the bottom stair. Ah, there he is. It's such a little thing. Honestly, it's really of no importance. But he does feel, for whatever reason, marginally better to have the other within sight.
He's only a few steps in then, however close enough to draw attention and as the old man's gaze suddenly shifts past Thorin and to him, Bilbo halts with a quick inhale. He really should have brought that mug with him. But it's brief and gone, the man's gaze back on the dwarf, and all the ridiculously unfounded panic goes with it. Get it together, Baggins; how would the barkeep even know a mug is missing, let alone that he has it stashed away upstairs? Well, he is washing right now, so perhaps he's taken count, and maybe last night…
He shakes it off. Absurd. Nonsensical. Downright daffy.
Forbidding himself to dwell on missing kitchenware, Bilbo smooths his hands over the lapels of his coat and then starts off once more. What are they talking about anyway? The question will have to go unanswered for now though, for when Bilbo wanders in close, there's enough of a pause in words for his good mannered sense to take notice of and immediately grabble for. ] Good morning. [ … And throat clear. Perhaps a touch too cheery? Either way, the bar-top is not too daunting, surprisingly, and Bilbo proceeds to pay careful attention to settling himself into his seat and… oh. Food. That looks nice.
He technically didn't eat last night, mind you. And here he goes again with his mental weighting, rapping his fingers against the bar; has Thorin even sampled any of that?Waster. ]