Rory gave him a long look, then shook his head. ‘You’re as transparent as glass, Bilbo. I can see right through you.’ If only you knew, cousin. ‘You want to talk about Frodo. What trouble has he gotten into now? That was quite a performance to keep him home today.’ Rory’s tone was reasonably light, and he moved out from behind his desk to the chairs by the fire, stopping to pour them brandies along the way.