The spider herself was watching Frodo intently. Afraid the little fly will escape, are you? Esmie turned to pour Bilbo some more tea, and met his eyes. Her look was searching, probing. You know something has changed, Attercop, but you haven’t the eyes to see, however many you may possess. Bilbo gave her a sour look and raised his teacup to her as though to salute a victory. Esmie preened and smiled, reaching far across the table to deposit the teapot, artfully displaying her bosom to Sara and Frodo as she did so. Bilbo decided it was time for the stinging fly to take a bite.