[Bilbo is currently staring at a pot of lightly simmering stew, lost in his own thoughts until Roland speaks up. He turns around, eyes wide with mild surprise.]

Oh- Yes! Of course I'm sorry I didn't mean to take over. [He steps off the stool he was on to watch the stew (the devices here used to cook with were fascinating to him).] You're free to anything I've made - I certainly can't eat it all...