Watching the Hobbits' eyes light up as they entered Target was immensely entertaining. The aisles were all brightly lit, and shoppers pushed carts, looking for the next bargain after losing most of their income at the casinos. Ah, to live in Vegas. Jamie wanted to get to the casinos as well, but he had to make sure he took care of business first.
"Come on, Sam. We will come back to the doors when we leave. Let's get you out of that dress." He did notice an elderly woman looking in their direction and winked at her. She turned away quickly and he laughed.
His attention turned to Frodo as he approached a rack of Levi's. They were jeans that would never be out of fashion. "Step on up gentlemen. I am thinking about a 32 x 30, or just hold them up and see what you think." He held out a pair for each of them, picking one for himself as well. Cael and he were the same height, but Cael was thinner, enough that Jamie wouldn't breathe very well in his clothes.
"Now are you telling me that Gandalf cheated while he was playing golf? I am impressed. He doesn't strike me as one who would cheat, and I'm not sure about nibbles and feathers, but are those clubs and balls?" He wasn't entirely sure of the terms either, but he was close.