Bilbo was confused. Just a moment ago, he had been preparing dinner for himself and now dwarves were invading his home!
They spoke among themselves in his pantry, throwing cheese out of it, which he actually learned had turned blue. But that wasn’t the point. They were going to eat his food.
Just then a rapping sounded from his front door. He turned, his expression softening with…exasperation.
Who was it now?