The moment he spots the baker, Kili all but bounds up to him with an enormous smile on his face. There's no question that Kili's been making himself right at home at this party, which he assumes is the idea, and he has a turkey leg in one hand while the other carries a beer. It's his first Thanksgiving, though certainly not his first feast, and he's quite enjoying a great deal of what this holiday appears to be about: food.
Now, faced with entire table covered from end to end with an array of beautifully made pies, Kili's face brightens as if it were being lit by the Arkenstone itself.
"You did all of this?" he asks, looking to Bitty in awe. "I'll have to beg you to teach me one day."
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The moment he spots the baker, Kili all but bounds up to him with an enormous smile on his face. There's no question that Kili's been making himself right at home at this party, which he assumes is the idea, and he has a turkey leg in one hand while the other carries a beer. It's his first Thanksgiving, though certainly not his first feast, and he's quite enjoying a great deal of what this holiday appears to be about: food.
Now, faced with entire table covered from end to end with an array of beautifully made pies, Kili's face brightens as if it were being lit by the Arkenstone itself.
"You did all of this?" he asks, looking to Bitty in awe. "I'll have to beg you to teach me one day."