[ Here? Certainly. But he has to wonder if Thorin means in the general sense as well. Bilbo has his maps and his books, but it's as Gandalf once said; the world is out there. Listing races in his head and compartmentalizing them to locations and kingdoms can only illustrate so much. Seeing and hearing what he's only imagined for so many years... - huh, he wonders if he'll ever be as at ease as Thorin is.

Most likely not.

Amused for the ridiculous comparison, Bilbo just as soon slugs it away from the forefront of his mind and focuses, instead, on gulping another mouthful. Clunk, it's back to the table and Bilbo purses his lips, rolling his mouth in a semicircle with the crinkle of his nose. Still less than satisfactory, but perhaps it will taste better with eight or nine gulps more, when the very beginning tingle of haze settles in. If human ale is even that strong, that is. ]

Yes, well. [ Hobbit families are quite large, thank you. Perhaps if the borders of the Shire were broader, they could give the world of men a run for their coin. Not that Bilbo is doing anything to assist in that make-believe contest of sorts, ahem. As for dwarves— ] Once we get you back in that mountain of yours, you dwarves can work on… [ A minuscule pause. Ahem. ] … filling that mountain properly.