Thirty-two-year-old Celandine watched Matthias Brandybuck load firewood onto a cart with an amused expression on her face, remembering when the two had been tweens and poor Matty had dumped flour all over her, entirely by accident. Celandine had hated him for weeks but now…now it was different. Now Celandine and Matty both lived at Brandybuck Hall, Matty with his family and Celandine with Primula Baggins. Besides, he does look rather fine now, all grown up and everything. Maybe I should go over and talk to him. Matty looked up and grey-blue eyes met hazel. Celandine blushed. Well, maybe not. Later.