*laughs and whispers back* No, no, I am not seeking to attain inebriation. I dare not let my guard down with the parental and grandparental units listening in.

*notices centerpiece* Very fine crafstmanship. Or is that craft-hobbit-ship? I must use the correct Common Speech word so as not to offend. He is much sweeter than Glaurung the dragon who sacked Nargothrond and forced me to flee for my life! Ha ha ha ha! *laughs until he spies his father's roving eye; shuts up*

Er um...Tobey was vague as to his business tonight. I know the way back to the flet myself. I might ask to borrow a torch, however.