[ Merry just shrugs. He's simply been taking bites out of the orange-colored fruit in his hand. It has a rind that makes him think it is similar to a citron, but much less of the white albedo to get to the juicy center. Not that he's been peeling it or anything, more just taking bites out of it like an apple or a peach.

He's hungry, and its not like the rind and the rest aren't edible, after all. ] You might try peeling it, if you don't want to try eating the rind. I think some times they save it for seasoning?

[ Citrons and their like are rare, even in Hobbiton, brought up from warmer climes through merchants from Ered Luin or passing through Bree. It is a little warmer in Eriador than Rhovanion, but the latitudes of the Shire and the Greenwood are fairly similar, and they get their fair share of deep snows.

Which, on that thought. ]

Do you know what season we're in? I didn't exactly pack for colder weather. [ or any weather.
Presumably at some point they will manage to find their way back to civilized country they recognize, right? ]