‘Besides, cousin, you had him all to yourself the entire day yesterday, and I couldn’t find the two of you anywhere!’ Frodo was keeping a remarkably bland and disinterested expression on his face, though his head had dropped a bit and he was very busy with his eggs and toast. Sara’s face had begun to go a touch red, and Rory was giving Bilbo a warning look. Esmie’s smile was no longer so gracious. ‘Why don’t you let me look after the rascal today? You and Sara should really go and enjoy this fine autumn day. You’ve both been working without pause since Harvest.’