Frodo had listened carefully, without looking up from his breakfast, but Bilbo thought he saw a smile teasing the corners of the lad’s mouth. Esmie smiled graciously, her eyes all suspicion. Sara was now glaring at Frodo, and shooting questioning glances at Esmie. Bilbo made himself put his knife quite deliberately on the table. No one else appeared to be paying attention. Bilbo could not resist another nip at the spider’s legs.