[Chuckling at Kili's answer, Fili shakes his head.]

I remember that part. I hear some dwarves bite right through their tongue when they get their ink. [Must be something about needles, even for the sturdiest folk of all.]

Only a bit won't keep you from the rest of your day, then. [He presses Kili's hand as firmly as Kili did his. Kili has every right to be proud of himself and he has more to look forward to, from his newly smithed gift to the evening's festivities.]