#notevenaburgler

He figured, with the way Bilba had been so protective of his mother’s china dishes, she would understand where he was coming from. He felt a little guilty about the way they had acted now, but they had been drunk on ale and excitement, and hadn’t really been thinking about Bilba’s feelings at the time. Besides, to be fair, they hadn’t actually broken anything except the plumbing. 

“Making me take off my boots, banning me from the kitchen. You’re a demanding little hobbit when you’re actually expecting company.” He teased, recalling how flustered she had been when he and the rest of the company had first appeared at her door. “Didn’t want a repeat performance of our first meeting?”  

“I haven’t eaten that much.” Bofur protested, despite the fact that he was speaking around a mouthful of scone, and had another one held in each hand. He looked about as guilty as a dwarf could look. “I can’t help it if your cooking is delicious.”