And my sweet Iorhael is giving him that chance.
And as for myself, I suppose I shall fix him some brunch.
So let's see . . . what do we have in the fridge that Smeagol might like? It can't be cooked . . . Ah, I don't suppose Uncle Sennie would mind if I use some of this . . . and set it out nicely . . . I suppose Smeagol might not have the aesthetic sensibilities to appreciate the arrangement . . . there . . . but perhaps he'll appreciate the time that went into it and feel more cared for. And the more he feels cared for . . . there, that looks nice . . . the more capacity he may develop to care for others himself.
I'll just take this platter down to Bywater Pond . . . here we go . . . my! That is quite a ship, isn't it?
Hello, Smeagol! Are you there?