[ Better. Not perfect. But better. Bilbo likes to think himself clever when it suits him and he hopes, perhaps, with some time and effort, he can devise a way to fix this mess. … Who is he fooling? He's naught but a small hobbit, out of place and out of element, what can he possibly do? Still, he wants to try, however little he can, to figure this out. So he logs it away for another time, promising himself to revisit it when the shock ebbs away.
For now, he glances up to Thorin and then back to his mug, offering a minuscule nod. Okay. Yes, all right.
… Oh. Wait. Is he meant to—?
He hasn't moved. Still seated, he hasn't fallen into the typical routine of rushing to follow said leader. Instead, he stalls for the moment and glances upward once more. ] Do you mean… for me to go, ah, with you? [ He supposes there's little sense in him sitting here, alone, amongst a crowd of uncertain intent. And he has to admit, quietly to himself, that he'd rather not let Thorin wander too far away when they've just found one another. But with all that said, Bilbo is never confident in what Thorin expects of him.
And he hasn't even finished his drink either, pfffft. ]
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For now, he glances up to Thorin and then back to his mug, offering a minuscule nod. Okay. Yes, all right.
… Oh. Wait. Is he meant to—?
He hasn't moved. Still seated, he hasn't fallen into the typical routine of rushing to follow said leader. Instead, he stalls for the moment and glances upward once more. ] Do you mean… for me to go, ah, with you? [ He supposes there's little sense in him sitting here, alone, amongst a crowd of uncertain intent. And he has to admit, quietly to himself, that he'd rather not let Thorin wander too far away when they've just found one another. But with all that said, Bilbo is never confident in what Thorin expects of him.
And he hasn't even finished his drink either, pfffft.]