Gandalf sat at the head of the party with the thirteen dwarves all round: and Bilbo sat on a stool at the fireside, nibbling at a biscuit (his appetite was quite taken away), and trying to look as if this was all perfectly ordinary and not in the least an adventure. The dwarves ate and ate, and talked and talked, and time got on.
Imagine Fili’s and Kili’s reaction when they hear that you will join them on their journey. They would first be a bit concerned that this would be too much of danger for a lady, but then come to the conclusion that Gandalf wouldn’t have invited you, if he wasn’t sure that you could do this. “So, you are our number 16, lass?” “I think so. I’m Y/n” *under his breath* “Well, I guess I have a new lucky number”
“Good morning.” “What do you mean? Do you mean to wish me a good morning or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning. Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?”
“All of them at once, I suppose.”
“Good morning!” said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat.
“What do you mean?” he said. “Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?”
“All of them at once,” said Bilbo. “And a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco out of doors, into the bargain.
…"Good morning!” he said at last. […] "What a lot of things you do use Good morning for!“ said Gandalf. "Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, and that it won’t be good till I move off.” - The Hobbit, J.R.R Tolkien