Bilbo could only stare in a mixture of confused dismay. The hobbit did his best to count the number of intruders, but then an all too familiar face peered down upon him. "Gandalf!" This was beginning to make a bit more sense. Were these [i]his[/i] guests? Bilbo opened his mouth to give him a piece of his mind, but he clamped it shut when he saw that there was a woman now too. This female was unlike any others he had ever seen, and he could only stare with wide eyes as his mind made feeble attempts to understand just what was going on.

"I do not understand," Bilbo moved aside as the array of dwarves got to their feet, each talking, some joking, others mumbling things that made little sense. For so many to see him in his robe and pajamas was rather embarrassing, and so he mumbled a hasty 'excuse me' as he retreated into his room to change.

Now properly dressed, Bilbo returned, just as Kili was helping Fili move a keg of ale into the dining room. "Put that back!" The scolding seemed to go out one ear and out the other, for Kili was making jokes and laughing with Dwalin about some ale that had been spilled earlier. 

Cursing his misfortune, Bilbo fixed his suspenders, and he now faced Gandalf for the third time that day. "Did you invite them?" The dwarf glanced from him to the woman with uncertainty, and then he heard a dish break with a quick call of 'sorry!' from Bofur. This day could not have gone worse, he was sure of it.