‘Esmie, do I have to?’ Frodo whined in a perfectly disagreeable manner. ‘I want to go hiking with Uncle Bilbo!’ He slumped over his breakfast as only a sullen and slightly sleepy tween could do. He noisily pushed things around on his plate, while throwing resentful glances at Esmie. I can see I’ll have to keep an eye on you, Wilwarin. Bilbo was very proud of his boy.