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“No work at the dinner table.” Bilbo said, pulling the document from Thorin.
Thorin looked over his shoulder. “It’s not work.” He said immediately.
Bilbo arched an eyebrow at the dwarf, then made a show of reading the first line. “The Guild kindly requests that…” He gave Thorin a look. “It sounds like work.”
Thorin chuckled, then put his arm around Bilbo’s waist, pulling him closer. “Forgive me, Burglar.” The nickname had become something affectionate and private between them.
“As if I can ever stay angry at you.” Bilbo rolled his eyes.
Thorin smirked. “You do have such a forgiven heart.”
Bilbo smiled. “You sweet talker.”