Willie, uncharacteristically, only picked in a desultory fashion at his potato pancakes (meaning of course, that he ate only two dozen and not any more than that).
Now he gets to his feet & barely-whispers to Skip:
"Please Mr Skip -- there's something going on here, and I want you to know that I want to join in! How can I be a real Burglar if I don't seek out adventure wherever I can find it?"
He pauses, and looks pointedly at Fiona and Douglas, then back at Skip.
"Furthermore, I think we are all here for similar reasons," he continues, gesturing to the other hobbits gathered round the table. "We're a bunch of misfits, and not truly meant for farming. Meaning no offense, I'm sure, sir."
"So, getting to my point and all: what should we tell Mr. Frederick? What's the password?"
[f=32]Wiglaff the Elf, F3/MU2
(M 12", AC 9, HD 4+1, hp 14/14, N) cloak of elvenkind
, battle-axe; light, colour spray
[f=47]Wilibald "Willie" Whitfoot, F1/T1
(M 12", AC 6, HD 1+2, hp 9/9, L) gambeson+helm, shield+warhammer[/f]