There's a reason neither has sat down beside him. Well, a few reasons, but among them is the fact that it makes them feel less like hobbits. They're taller than proper hobbits, of course, but it doesn't feel that way.

"I don't have anything to hide," huffs the Andrew with a knife in his pocket, sore about the return accusation.

The other Andrew realizes that he can hardly say no, especially when the other has given permission. He nods. "Just mind he doesn't try to invade your brain."