Sam looked at his friend; his face sadden and a slight pout to his lips. Sam just sighed softly and rubbed the back of his head. "Well, i could, uh, stay here if you'd like. Mr. Frodo?"

Frodo hugged his friend very suddenly. "oh Sam! That would be wonderful. Are you sure you don't mind? I'd love to have you around!"

"Ye-yeah. I wouldn't mind at all. Mr. Frodo someones gotta look out for ya~" He smiled and hugged his friend.

He gave Sam a sweet smile. "God, Sam, you're so wonderful. How did I ever get such a loyal, kind friend?"

"Fate, Luck..." He shrugged again and chuckled. "Alright well let's get start on that food, I am starting to get hungry."

"Hmm...Fate..." He said softly, as if pondering the concept. He was snapped put of his thought at the mention of the food. "Oh, right, I suppose we should fix that before it gets too late to eat."

"Aye." Sam nodded and grabbed some of the cut up meats. "Might just make a simple stew? That sound good to you Mr.Frodo?" He asked.

He grabbed some carrots and potatoes. "Yeah, stew sounds pretty good. It might take an hour or two though if we want it to be good."

"I think it'll be worth the wait, and if ya get to hungry ya have apples." He smiled and pointed to the basket at the window seal.

Frodo looked over to the basket, grabbed and apple, and sat. "True." He took a bite. "They're good apples too." He held out the one he'd just bitten off of. "Maybe you'd like a taste?"

"Sure. Might as well since we wait." He smiled and took the apple from his friends hand. Taking a bite and humming softly. "That is pretty good, juicy too."

Frodo leaned back in a chair and stared at his best friend long and hard. "Sam...." He said softly. "Have I ever told you how much I love your hair? It always looks really soft and clean..." He hummed. "And so blonde..." He smiled, still a tiny bit tipsy.

Sam bite down on the apple slowly and looked to Frodo concerned a bit. "Um, thank you, I guess Mr. Frodo." He smiled softly.

The hobbit was silent for a while, thinking a little too hard. "Hey, Sam? Have you ever...felt like maybe instead of liking a lass, you might like a man?" His brow furrowed.

He stopped chewing and almost choked a bit. "Ah... huh, well ... Mr.Frodo...." He coughed a bit more to try to avoid the question.

Frodo sighed softly. "Sorry...I expected you'd be apposed to that way of thinking..."

Sam just kept his mouth shut, and bite down on the apple again. Looking down and with a bit a little red across his face.

Frodo sighed again, his face also turning a bit red. He turned away so he didn't have to look at his friend.

"Aye, Mr.Frodo let's just change subject." Sam laughed nervously and looked around trying to look for something that would start a conversation.

He nodded very slowly. "I suppose a subject change would be in order. How about your ole gaffer? How's he been as of late?"

"He's been good, better off then non." He smiled and took a seat in front of him and sat back, finishing off the apple.

"That's good..." He sounded distant as his mind was still on the previous topic. "What about that girl you used to like so much? How's she been?"

"Eh, she's been ok. Told her... how I felt and she kind of let me down easy. Saying how she needs time to find herself and all that type of stuff." He shrugged lightly.

"I see...well, I wish you the best of luck with her in the future."

"In all honesty, I have kind of moved on from her." He coughed a bit and smiled but it was weak.