"Not at all!" Kili insist, shaking his head vigorously, as if it's enough to prove his point. "Truly, I am honored that you would even consider asking for my help. I would teach you all I could without taking even a single baked good as payment, though if you'd simply like to make them for me, I suppose it would be rude of me to decline." He grins cheekily, gesturing with his turkey leg at the spread of pies on the table. "Please do not take offense when I say I do think you could likely stop a fight with one of these pies better than you could with your fists, but I am happy to assist you all the same."

There's the clearing in the woods, where he goes to practice his archery, that would be a fairly good place to practice. The days are much colder now, and he expects there may soon be a layer of snow on the forest floor, but Kili always feel so much freer there than anywhere else. On the rare days that he feels overwhelmed with all that's going on around him, that is where he goes to escape. Perhaps Bitty will find that it provides him the same level of comfort.

"Do you have an idea of when you'd like to begin?"