He's been bouncing around from guest to guest, speaking with old friends and making new ones where he can, and when he finally makes his way back to his brother, Kili finds himself very exhausted. With a heavy sigh, he takes his place next to Fili at the bar, a plate of pie in hand with just a couple bites out of it because he isn't certain he'll be able to finish it off after everything he's already eaten.

Not for the next couple minutes, anyway.

"Doesn't it remind you a little of home?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at the rest of the party, everyone merry and smiling and chatting away, as if just for tonight, they're allowing themselves to forget all the things that might otherwise cause them worry. There'd been nights like this in the Ered Luin, whether it be at home or at the tavern, he remembers them vividly. Smiling, he turns back to glance at his brother, grabbing his fork and reaching over to steal a bite of Fili's pie. He may be full, but he's not above playing the role of little brother to perfection.

"I like his holiday," Kili decides, nodding as he chews on the pie. "It's a joyful one."