"Ah... the lasses." Had Merry grown a beard, he would be stroking it furiously by now. As he had not, he would be contenting himself with scooting closer to Pippin so he could lower his voice, and reaching for his own mug. "You've come to the right hobbit then, my friend."

Not that Merry himself had massive experiences with the strange beings called the lasses but at least he wasn't looking as problematic about them as Pippin was now.