Thorin indeed thinks he's outsmarted his brother, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. At least until the little surprise. That gets a curse from him and his pony almost bucks them off, though Thorin will take care to have her stop. A hand petting along her neck to calm her.

He'll shoot Frerin a look behind him.

"Why would I ever miss such a face?" Who was he kidding, Frerin was certainly handsome, the both of them were a terrible duo with their looks. Along with their sister who was quickly growing into a looker herself, beard and all, they would be a terrible trio soon.