[ His clothes might be familiar, but they're old and worn. Balin wasn't exaggerating when he commented that Bard's boots and coats had seen better days. Lake Town had been a small, impoverished town, with everyone struggling to get by. Except, of course, for the Master.
But Lake Town is no more, not after the attack of Smaug. And all that remains of his clothes is what he wears on his back. Most supplies they had before were burned and lost. They had little before, but they have nothing, now.
He almost feels guilty, looking at the sight of coffee and chocolate, of plenty of food and drink for everyone and more besides, when he knows there's so little at home. He'd gladly go without, if only he could send a portion of this surplus to Dale.
But, to his knowledge, he can't. And he's certainly not about to let this coffee go to waste, is he? He's in the process of trying to puzzle out the Coffee Maker when he hears the door open. When he glances sideways at the door, he's expecting to see yet another unfamiliar face, but what he gets instead is Thorin Oakenshield. He braces himself for a rude comment, as they hadn't exactly parted on the best of terms, but what he gets instead is... silence?
He glances again at the dwarf and finds him just as entranced at the sight of coffee as he had been. Deciding to err on the side of caution, he keeps the quiet, jabbing a finger at a button on the coffee maker, and hoping he hasn't broken something when it begins to make noise. ]
I never expected differently, tbh
But Lake Town is no more, not after the attack of Smaug. And all that remains of his clothes is what he wears on his back. Most supplies they had before were burned and lost. They had little before, but they have nothing, now.
He almost feels guilty, looking at the sight of coffee and chocolate, of plenty of food and drink for everyone and more besides, when he knows there's so little at home. He'd gladly go without, if only he could send a portion of this surplus to Dale.
But, to his knowledge, he can't. And he's certainly not about to let this coffee go to waste, is he? He's in the process of trying to puzzle out the Coffee Maker when he hears the door open. When he glances sideways at the door, he's expecting to see yet another unfamiliar face, but what he gets instead is Thorin Oakenshield. He braces himself for a rude comment, as they hadn't exactly parted on the best of terms, but what he gets instead is... silence?
He glances again at the dwarf and finds him just as entranced at the sight of coffee as he had been. Deciding to err on the side of caution, he keeps the quiet, jabbing a finger at a button on the coffee maker, and hoping he hasn't broken something when it begins to make noise. ]