As a general rule, food is always good, and especially so when you’ve been roughing it on lembas and very little else for the last few weeks. Faramir has Frodo and Sam woken up (well, just Frodo, really) to eat dinner. To the two hungry hobbits, it’s a feast.
Sam gets laughed at for washing his whole head before eating, but he’s just tired of being dirty all the time. At dinner, the hobbits feel awkward for not having a cool custom like standing and looking west to honor ancient Númenor and the lands beyond. Their only custom, bowing for their hosts and thanking them, isn’t all that special. Faramir says that the men do that too. After the embarrassment, the hobbits eat. They don’t refuse seconds.
Who does refuse seconds, anyway?
It’s something that’s been long forgotten since we’ve spent so much time with this group of people, but hobbits are slightly under-cultured. It’s cute, in the beginning, and part of the reason why hobbits are endearing as a race. Their innocence is sometimes their biggest strength. Instead of brooding over lost lands like these men are, hobbits live in peace and ignorance. Some get grumpy about knowing too much, even. Not Frodo, though, ever.
What will keep a hobbit from being grumpy? Food. And there’s plenty of it today. Again, another reason why Faramir isn’t a bad guy. Bad guys don’t feed their prisoners well. Do I need to keep proving that we can trust him? He’s okay.
No one dies today.
“‘You may soon desire to sleep,’ he said, ‘and especially good Samwise, who would not close his eyes before he ate – whether for fear…'”