Ever the lady-hobbit, Poppy dropped a quick polite curtsy (she may be in the wild, but that was no excuse to forgo manners; mother would be proud) automatically reaching for skirts that were no longer there, having long ago swapped them for breeches upon discovering that they were oh so much easier to travel in. She was pleased to discover someone who knew of her kind and home, as most Big Folk were more likely to puzzle at her than not. Not completely unsurprising, given that most Hobbits were content to stay home with the familiar. She quickly took note of the dog and how it could easily be taller than her on a good day. "Greenmeadows. Poppy, that is. And I am. About a year now, I'd say, sirs...?" She let the question hang upon realizing she had no names to address them by.