"Twenty one to buy a good ale?" he questioned with a raised brow. "We don't have an age limit like that on Middle Earth. Nay, why should we when children as young as ten can go off to battle and women of the same age can be old enough to be wed?" It wasn't like that for hobbits, but Bilbo had seen it with the men.
He was almost going to ask her of her own story and what it was about, but then she asked him about his home land. The Shire, and Hobbiton specifically. Well, more specific, Bag End. He offered a smile. "How could I refuse speaking of my home? The Shire is quite a lovely place. Very friendly, homely. Oh, we don't live in fancy buildings like you all do here."
Bilbo paused here to puff from his pipe, careful still to keep it from Violet directly. "We live in hobbit holes, as we call them, but they are very comfortable. It's a simple life. We tend to not travel very far past our doorsteps, or so normal hobbits don't." He set the pipe down lightly across his lap. "I would have been much the same were it not for Gandalf."