Now well and truly unseated from his low mood, he quickly snatches Hythlodaeus' arm and pivots on his heel, dragging his incorrigible friend along behind him and back to the inn. He hopes the flush in his cheeks is associated with the chilly air and nothing else.

"Fine, fine! Then stop dawdling and hurry up already!" he snaps.

Let no-one know that he's wondering what sort of flowers Hythlodaeus would pick to shower him with.