"It's nice, this place." Kili observed the home, the smile never leaving his features. "Did you do it yourself?" A hobbit home was very different from the homes he was used to. The ceiling was lower, for one thing, and it was really quite comfortable and warm. A welcomed change from the chill of outdoors. 

"Uhm, no." Bilbo staggered under the weight of Fili's weaponry, and he was startled by the sight of it. Bilbo was not partial to swords, or anything of that nature. Too dangerous. "It's been in the family for years," he referred to his home, and to his great shock and annoyance, Kili wiped his boots off on the chest in the hallway.

"That's my mother's glory box! Could you please not do that?!" Had his hands been free, and had he been a few inches taller, Bilbo may have liked to strangle him for such carelessness. With an irritable huff, he set Fili's blades to the nearest chair, then stormed past them into the kitchen once again. Who knew what kind of chaos was taking place?

Kili removed his boot from the box, then watched as their host stomped off. Hobbits were really rather strange. "I'd say we made perfect time. Do you think Thorin has arrived yet?" The youngest wondered, as they'd taken separate roads. Thorin had other matters to settle first.