Beka is not sure what she was expecting as a result of walking into a snake monster but an Elf city would have been very low on a list of possibilities if someone had jumbled a lot of random words together into place-phrases and had her rank them. "Elf city" would probably have been under "spider void" and above "grape juice ocean". And yet here she is.
"We, like, took care of their god for them, that's pretty great. I guess it sucks for the space Elves and the annoying rainbow people but for all we know they were about to be hit by a random asteroid or something."
"We probably should. Maybe their hair will be transparent and they will have a nudity taboo about faces, that seems like something in the right vein."
"I'd be great at welcoming a me but so far we don't seem to get those - do the Elves know who these are -"
"Looks like an - Elf Timothy, an Elf Michael, a pink-hair Rebecca, a...rainbow-hair Rebecca? And a silver-hair Rebecca which Elf Michael number one - this is getting a bit ridiculous - thinks is a match for his dead Rebecca."
"Why not both of you? So all the Rebeccas can meet except the one who thinks several of the others are inherently disgusting."
Local Macalaurë wants to come too. So he and Tyelcormo and Theodore and Rebecca go and get Other Pink Peka. "Did you hear? There's another you with pink hair. And a Beka and a you with rainbow hair. The me might have all three, I'm not sure."
"'clearly' seems to be putting it a bit strongly. Where did he even get three, what kind of world has a naturally-occurring Beka and a Peka those are from completely different situations..."