And the kobold watches closely when he does, particularly paying attention to how people react to it.

People smile at him and keep walking. It is not rude or a disaster in any way.

Then she'll try saying no on her own behalf, ready to backpedal if she gets a different reaction than he did.

She gets the same reaction.

Good! That's a fairly important step toward being able to navigate this new culture comfortably.

With that sorted out, she accepts the next few fruit-based offerings. Breakfast: nom. Fëanáro: hug?

Sure! He hugs her. He's cheered up noticeably just being outside and is examining several of the things he's been given.

Well, yeah, of course he has. And look at him not running off at all. Why did they think this was a bad idea, again?

She will pretty comfortably sit there all morning, watching the crowd.

He does in fact run off. Just a little bit; he follows someone down the street asking them questions and then sees something shiny in a shop window.

She follows; she's probably quick enough to catch up to him while he's talking to the person, but hangs back and waits, and instead comes up beside him when he's stopped to look in the window. What'cha looking at?

He shows her. It's a mirror; they don't have glass yet so it's just polished and lacquered metal of some kind. It reflects whatever hits it, almost perfectly! Isn't that neat?

Oh, wow. Is that metalworking, or some kind of magic?

I am going to ask the person who made it! And he proceeds inside to do that.

She balks just slightly at walking through the doorway, but follows after a moment; she doesn't hover, but examines the other things in the shop - without touching them - from close enough to keep an ear on the conversation.

And the shopkeeper earnestly engages Fëanáro in a fast-paced Quenya conversation about how mirrors are made. They are not magic.

Fëanáro is neither in danger nor apparently violating any local customs. She's not going to interrupt him.

And eventually he walks away with the mirror, looking gleeful. Isn't it neat??

She giggles. Yeah! Do you want me to teleport it to your room so you don't need to carry it around?

I want to try making my own.

Your own mirror? That might be neat. I have no idea where you'd start, though.

He explained it to me, a little bit! We're going to need lots of things - let's go get them...

I still can't go places much more crowded than this, she points out. And we should probably let them get used to you going out regularly before you go anywhere on your own, even if that is kind of silly for them to worry about. But if we can find a way to get there that isn't too crowded, that's fine with me, she grins.

Why don't you like crowds? And I can order them to clear off, I guess.

It's a lot of people, and I'm not used to the way they move - back home the only time I'd see anything close to this many people would be at a meetup, and everything would be sort of organized; I'd be able to look at everything and see what people were doing easily and know that they didn't need me for anything, and I can't do that here yet, so I keep trying to look at everybody and figure it out, and it's too much.

Ordering them to clear off sounds really rude, to me. Is that a normal kind of thing to do here?

It would be a little rude but if I had a reason and told people the reason then they wouldn't mind. And I've done ruder things and nothing bad happens except that my dad is sad and disappointed and he's that anyway.

It might be that they mind and don't tell you. That might be why people complain about you being mean.