This morning's prompt is 'asteroid hobbit hole'. I'm going to have a time working that into the zpocalypse...

There was an dirty icy asteroid, and in this dirty icy asteroid was a hobbit hole... And in this dirty icy asteroid hobbit hole was a standard human who thought of himself as a hobbit. He liked his creature comforts and his micro gee garden and he supposed he liked people, in small doses.

Very small doses.

Just now he had visitors, old friends and reasonably close relatives, come visit on his 111st birthday as it happened, and this was decidedly not a small dose of humanity.

He was playing host and it was damaging his calm.