"I'm always up for a good meal," returned Samwise casually. "And if you'd want to try a stew, I'd just need some good mashers, maybe a nice juicy fish too." When Jamie asked about Gandalf, Sam lit up and grinned broadly, watching as the truck parked. "Show?" Sam repeated curiously. "I'm not an actor, Mr. Jamie."
"Well, normally, you see, I am a mite shorter than I am now. This place seems to think we're too short, though, so it made us taller here," explained Sam in confusion. "But yes, we do know Mr. Gandalf. Do you know him, too?" Sam looked innocently surprised at the fact that this stranger knew who Gandalf was.
At least, that is, until they approached the store. Sam's eyes widened in surprise, and he stepped back from the door again, then walked closer to it and laughed in amusement when it opened up again. "How does it do that?" he asked in wonderment.