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‘Oh, Bungo, are you sure you want this?” Belladonna asked, unsure. “I know how you Baggins think of Adventure.”
Bungo smiled at his fiance lovingly. “And we Baggins know how much you Tooks love them,” he assured her. “I know it would be most unfair to you to ask you to just settle down, but I thought since you could still meet all sorts of folks this way, you would like it more that just being a miss of a smail. And this is still a perfectly respectable job.” He patted her hand as she looked at the large building anxiously.
“It’s so big,” Belladonna sighed. “But- Oh! How will we do business if the Green Dragon is just across Hobbiton? O Bungo, swear to me that if this goes wrong you will leave this idea, and be we will respectable hobbits. Though my heart bursts in joy at the thought you would do such a thing for a lady such as I, no where would I drain your resources for a little comfort as this!”
“If that is your heart’s wish, then I so will swear,” Bungo agreed solemnly. “But my love, worry not of such things for now, for we have not even begun yet. Who knows the fickle fate’s design?” He grinned at her in a sly foxy way and swooped her into his arms like a rescued King’s daughter. Laughing, he carried her across the threshold as a proper new bride should be.
With a Baggins respectability and logic, and a Took's spirit and passion, Bungo and Belladonna opened the Inn as Summer came into the Shire. Bella’s lovely recipes and Bungo’s business skills, as well as both of their talent for Earth Singing, they were able to keep their Inn running smoothly and had made a reputation by the time Bilbo was born. The little fauntling grew up with a spoon in his hand, perched on some one's knee and listening to all the exciting stories of elves and dragons and dwarves.