Douglas looks like he has something to say, but Fiona hisses, "First Rule, Douglas!" and cuts him off. "Look... you Hobbets seem... nice... but we we don't, like, know you. No offense, but you look like you fell out of a turnip cart. Frederick is the Top Hobbet around here, so unless he says you're in the Club, I'm totally not going to tell you the story..." and then she trails off, mumbling to herself under her breath, "of how I, like, burned off my eyebrows in a daredevil blaze of glory."
("That was rad!" whispers Douglas.)
At that moment, Frederick VIII arrives carrying a tray of mugs. Frederick shoots a quick glance at Fiona and Douglas, something passes unsaid between them, and they instantly stop talking with a sheepish look on their faces. Frederick serves everyone a cup steaming with a brown, savory beverage. "Dandelion 'coffee.' Harvested the dandelions myself," he explains. "So, what's the word? What brings you young Hobbets to Hornpipe?"