Poppy tries not to let her face fall when it becomes immediately clear that Frodo isn't from Faerûn. But oh well, it's close enough just to have someone who knows what a halfling is, even if that's not his preferred term.

She does a polite bow, as she was taught in school, before accepting her cup of tea.

"Portentia Poppyfield, of the Greenfields, near Cormyr." She smiles, kindly but a little sheepish. "Though I expect those places sound as foreign to you as Hobbiton does to me."