“Dumplings?” asked Bilbo of the two Hobbitesses upon his doorstep.
“Well,” began Missus Twofoot, “Hamfast told us as you’d run out of flour for the moment, so we thought as you’d want some dumplin’s t’cook with stewed chicken. Only Miz Rumble here thought as it was apple dumplin’s as was needed, so you have a tray of each, apparently.”
“How thoughtful of the two of you,” Bilbo said. “Sandyman’s to bring up a couple hundredweight of flour tomorrow morning, but these can certainly go into the cold room for a day or two before they’re needed.”
He ushered them inside.