"Then the proper thing to do would be to ask," Sam replies, in the lecturing tone he might use for a young Hobbit recently caught pilfering in the orchard. He feels awfully small, still on the floor, and so he picks himself up - it doesn't put them eye-to-eye, but it makes him feel a bit more authoritative, anyhow.

"...It's not much use anyway," he has to admit, a little less sternly. He turns it to show her the cover (which doesn't look much different from a magazine cover, the way it's posed and shot - there are even designer credits in small print on the bottom). "Have a look, if you'd like-- but I've yet to find a story in it I'd tell again."