"That's easy enough," he replies with some relief. Telling anyone about Mr. Frodo is quite a request, after all - he'd hardly know where to start without some direction. "My ol' gaffer - that's my da - he worked for Mr. Bilbo - that's Mr. Frodo's uncle, or rather, his cousin twice over - since before I can remember right up until he went away. Mr. Frodo came to live with Mr. Bilbo at Bag End after his mum and da were drownded on the River away up in Buckland, Mr. Frodo being half Brandybuck of course. By then I was helping my da out a bit in the gardens up at Bag End - just a bit, you know - I wasn't even a tween yet! But I remember the day Mr. Frodo came to Bag End still: so quiet and somber he was, not like any hobbit I ever met before or since. But he was kind, right from the start: offering water and a bite to eat on a hot day or even a cool one, and always with a kind word to say about the flowers."