"Mm." Roland wasn't disinterested, only distracted. He rubbed at his own chin, listening to the stubble rasping under his calloused fingers.
Truth be told, Roland hadn't approached Samwise to talk about garden wares. "May I ask, sai Samwise," he started, never one to stand on ceremony, "Do you have dreams?" According to sai Frodo, he did, but Roland would rather hear it from Samwise.