"Sensible of him!"

"I very much admire him for it!"

"What's your mom like?"

"Ridiculously talented, much better at reading people than my dad, patient. Very patient. Too patient for me, personally."

"What does that mean?"

"Like, about the Valar not letting anyone leave Valinor - 'be patient, they'll come around'. About our cousins trying to get us disowned, 'be patient, they'll calm down'. About the social conservativism, too."

"Oh, the kind of patient that wants other people to be patient too. Makes sense."

"And who thinks that if a problem will be solved eventually then it doesn't make sense to be angry about it now, or to do anything extreme about it. I love my mom, but I don't want things to work out eventually, I want them now."

"Exactly! If something's hurting people now you can't just say it's okay because it's going to stop someday."

"Well, you can hesitate to cause hurt to fix it. I do get that perspective. But also I get very, um, impatient with it."

"Yeah, there's a difference between, 'it's not worth it to try to fix it immediately' and 'it's okay'."

"Well, I think we mostly just disagree about which things are worth it to try to fix immediately because of how much we differ in how reassured we are by the knowledge they'll be all right eventually."

"Fair enough."

"She's ridiculously talented, though. You'll be in awe of her scupltures."

"Can't wait."

Tirion-ward! They're getting quite good at both Quenya and mental separating. And Idaia is lovely and glorious and his.

Watching one's sister and her shiny new husband make out is no more appealing than watching one's sister and her shiny new boyfriend make out. Imliss is getting really good at weaving hay for the gloriously awful hat.

It's going to be a glorious hat. They reach a village. People look at him and their eyes widen knowingly and he commandeers the forge.

And, uh, is there a glass workshop or something?

There's a glassblower.

...Can she use his glass? And annealing oven? The thing she's thinking of isn't actually glass blowing...

She can! He's amused but perfectly friendly.

Oh, do they actually not have this technique? If so, score. If you get a rod of glass really hot with a concentrated flame, and then sort of drip it over the thing you're working around, rotating carefully so gravity doesn't take advantage of the liquidish state of the glass...

She's not really a glassworker, it's going to take her more than one try before she has something she's ready to put in the annealing oven, but it totally works.

They don't do that! He's still amused, but also impressed.

Awesome! Operation: cover for your ineptitude with obscurity is a success.