[Child of the 7th Age]

Cami scratched her head and gave Lorien a startled look. She was uncertain how to proceed. Surely their simple food and drink would not find favor with this visitor from afar, although he did seem quite different from Ulmo, the only other Vala she'd ever met.

It was Bilbo who was first to recover his wits and extend an offer of typical hobbit courtesy, "Please, join us. You must. We have plenty of food. There is enough here to feed an army." Frodo went to fetch a chair and pushed it near the picnic table, indicating Lorien should sit down.

Since their visitor still looked uncertain, Bilbo began listing off the delicacies on the table which the Vala could choose to sample. "This is all good hobbit fare. We have steak and kidney pie, bangers and mash, meat pasties, and a stew of coneys. Plenty to select from. And here's a flagon of ale to wash it down."

Piosenniel smiled to watch Bilbo fall into the role of gracious host so easily. Wanting to please his guest, Bilbo turned toward the side table where a number of pitchers and bottles were set, searching for something special that would be sure to please. "Oh, look what's here. One of my favorites. Something we all might enjoy." He held up a glass container from which the delicious and powerful scent of honeyed mead arose, and began to pour everyone a generous cup.