"One of your languages?" says Fëanáro.

"Yeah? There's that one, Kilaiuossari, and there's also Bremik 'cause Dad was a cultural minority that speaks that."

"Say something in Bremik, please."

"...This is a sentence in Bremik."

"This is a sentence in Bremik? Do keep going, I am not going to learn it from one sentence."

She giggles. "My name is Idaia; your name is Feanaro. Your son's name is Tyelcormo; I am married to your son. You are my husband's father. You are married to my husband's mother. You are the husband of Tyelcormo's mother."

"My name is Fëanáro, your name is Idaia, my son's name is Tyelcormo, you are married to my son. I am your husband's father...you are my son's husband?"

"I am your son's wife. When a man and a woman are married, the man is the husband and the woman is the wife."

"This is a Bremik sentence? This sentence is married to my son? When a woman and my son are married, the son is my son-son?"

"...When a woman and your son are married and have children, the sons are your grandsons and the daughters are your granddaughters. Sentences cannot marry people," she giggles.

"People cannot marry people? Sentences cannot marry sentences? When sentences are married and have children, the children are my grandsons?"

"Sentences are groups of words. People can marry people. People cannot marry things that aren't people, like sentences. Men and women are both people."

"People are groups of things that aren't people? Men cannot marry men? Fathers cannot marry daughters?"

"Fathers really cannot marry daughters. Men cannot marry men but this is for worse reasons. People are...made of organs, and organs aren't people," she acknowledges.

"Man cannot marry woman and woman? Sentences cannot have children?'

"One man cannot marry two women. One woman cannot marry two men. Sentences really don't enter into it."

"Really don't enter into it?"

"They're not relevant? People are a thing for which marriage is relevant, men are a thing for which marriage is relevant, sentences are not a thing for which marriage is relevant."

"Can a man marry a thing? Can a relevant man marry a thing that really doesn't enter into it?"

"That last sentence was technically grammatically accurate but utterly nonsensical," she tells him in Quenya.

He grins. "Languages are so much fun. Grammatically correct but nonsensical is a good way to feel out your syntax."

"Oh, for fun is why, that makes sense. Sorry I didn't learn any others."

"What reason would I possibly need? Languages are beautiful and fascinating."

"Languages are beautiful and fascinating," she repeats cheerfully in Bremik.

"My sons are beautiful and fascinating? Sentences are beautiful and fascinating? Children are beautiful and fascinating?"