In which Pippin was dazzled by the arrangements of flowers and other growing things on the floats at the Tournament of Roses Parade, but felt someone should have thought to include at least a single helping of Longbottom Leaf, Old Toby, or other variety of venerable Shire pipe-weed. Or even a little something of lesser quality from Bree to keep up the appearance of being in earnest. “Flowers are fine, but they won’t smoke in a pipe!”