Sam chuckled. If he'd been actually drunk, he might have muttered something about "all the better to sweep you off your feet." But he wasn't drunk--at least he didn't think so--so he held his tongue. For now. Even if it would have served Fred right for picking on him since the minute he didn't recognize her.
Which he still couldn't quite put his finger on.
"The Library," he echoed, "Seems like as good a place as any. Unless you really wanted to follow Merry and Pippin, there."