"Oh, yes," Kili answers brightly, taking a moment to scan the room before spotting his brother at the bartop and pointing him out. It isn't altogether difficult to determine that they're related, he supposes, seeing as they're the only two dwarrows that he knows of in the city; but even so, many folk do not seem to see the resemblance in their features, for which Kili cannot blame them.

He is, after all, significantly more handsome than his brother, or so Kili often likes to tease.

"He's there, Fili, I'm certain he'd be very fond of you if you were to meet and likely deem you an excellent influence on me." Not that he needs a better influence than Fili but then again, they have always been known to get into their worst troubles together. "As for your offer of baking me pie, Mahal knows it'll take me ages to decide on which I'd like best when all of them are so delicious. Perhaps you should bake me your favorite instead, if that suits you."