For the "Sell" prompt.
“Oh, now, Nori –” the Hobbit protests.
“Nonsense, Bilbo,” Dori rumbles. “To wish to travel incognito is one thing – keep that old green hood up and give a false name if you must – but are you truly telling us you wish to sleep under a hedge tonight when you could let the Prancing Pony sell you a good supper, a flagon of the best ale and a soft bed?”
Bilbo chuckles. “When you put it like that...”