It was sometime after lunch that Bilbo finally pulled Frodo away from
helping his mother unpack. He led him around to the back of the smial to
where the gardener and his son had just finished tending to the nearly
ripen tomatoes.

Hamfast Gamgee, known throughout Hobbiton as the Gaffer, stood up at
their approach and motioned to his son to do likewise. The same hobbit-lad
Frodo had encountered outside of his bedroom window now stood beside his
father wiping his hands with a handkerchief that he shoved in his pocket
after he had finished with it.

'How are they coming along, Master Hamfast?' Bilbo inquired, pointing
at the tomatoes.

'They're nearly ripe, Mr. Bilbo. I'd say give 'em another week on the
vine and they'll be ready for the picking anytime you please,' the Gaffer
replied.

'Splendid! I'll look forward to next week then,' Bilbo said. He cleared
his throat and laid a hand on Frodo's shoulder to urge him to step forward,
'Uh, Gaffer, the reason I came outside was not to check on the progress
of the tomatoes but because I wished to introduce my nephew Frodo to your
Samwise. Frodo and his parents, Drogo and Primula, have just moved here
from Buckland for personal reasons. Anyway, Frodo is not as familiar with
these parts as I'd like for him to be, with your permission, and yours
too young Samwise, I'd like for your son to act as Frodo's guide until
he learns his way around Hobbiton.'

'Of course my Sam will be happy to show young Mr. Frodo around, won't
you, lad?' Hamfast said.

All eyes fell onto Sam and the hobbit nodded. 'Yes, sir.'

'In that case...Frodo-lad, I'd like you to meet Samwise Gamgee,' Bilbo
said.