Thorin's serious face soon broke into a broad grin.

"And Durin graces my presence with two Hobbits now!" Thorin roared, though his tone was a merry one. "Pull up a stool, Young Master Baggins! You're at least a pint behind!!"

Speaking of pints, Thorin's flagon had gone empty. An easy fix, Thorin wished for more ale in his flagon, and by the will of the castle it appeared. He began to greedily drink again.