"Yes! Definitely! I just don't know how, I've never had to teach anyone to talk before."

She grins.

"Fëanáro yes teach talk, kobold..."

"Right. Okay. This is a box. This is a stone. This is Fëanáro, this is kobold. Fëanáro is an Elf. This stone is a sculpture..."

She listens carefully. Her memory for this kind of thing is good, she's not going to need to stop him very soon.

He finds it oddly therapeutic. He likes thinking about the kinds of sentences there are and how someone could learn how they work. He keeps going.

She does eventually ask him to slow down a little, but then she can start repeating sentences back to him and trying new variations. It's kind of fun, or at least she thinks so.

He thinks so too! It's the best thing ever, he should teach more people languages if there are people who don't have languages.

This kid: so cute.

"Are there other kinds of people here?"

"Elves! Maiar! Valar! No one like you."

"Tell me about Maiar and Valar?"

"They invented the world! And most of them live in Valinor, and they make it safe and nice for us but they don't really understand us so sometimes they do silly things. They tried to save my mom but they couldn't and now they're trying to bring her back to life but they haven't. Yet."

"...say it slower, smaller?"

"The world," he says, gesturing. "Inventing, ah - I made this. If I take some clay and make a pot, I made that. The Valar made the world. Made Valinor." Gesturing again.

She grins and looks impressed.

"Yeah. They're really big and good. But they couldn't save my mom." He should be using osanwë for this, it'd be easier, but he's never really liked it. He makes a bit of effort anyway. "My mom was dying."

Awww.

Is he looking any more huggable now?

...also how did she understand that, she didn't actually know those words...

Probably worth the effort, if it means he can communicate - They tried to save my mom but they couldn't and now they're trying to bring her back to life but they haven't. Yet.

...um.

UM.

That is very sad, but someone else's thoughts - those clearly aren't hers - in her head is alarming.

Story told, he settles back on his heels and stares at her. "Magic?"

The kobold takes a couple seconds to clear her head, and then another couple to consider this request, and then she gets a pendant from a jewelry box they looked through earlier. "I not teach magic. I give magic; I make pendant magic, you touch pendant, go here. Good?"

"Go where?"

"Here," she points to the floor. "Or other place. One place."

"I want to learn how you do it," he says. "But okay. Here's a good place." And maybe he can learn by watching. He doesn't read her, he's old enough to know that's rude.

It doesn't look like much; she holds the pendant and closes her eyes for a few seconds, and then puts it on and squeezes the pendant and is teleported a few feet to the right. She seems satisfied, and takes it off and holds it out for him to take.

He squeezes it. Pop. He jumps and squeals and pops a few more times. "That's amazing. How far is the range?"