"All of you are so weird."

"Sorry. Everybody's gonna think you're super cute. It's spring."

"And spring is when you want babies? But aren't allowed?"

"Yeah."

"I will try and help. Do your parents want to learn prestidigitation too, it's useful."

"- I need to get to work -"

"I wrote in, since I made the report, but I'm probably all right without - presti-whatevering -"

"Prestidigitation. Those are mostly sounds your language has but I don't think it does that with them."

"What does it mean?"

"I don't know. It's not Pax, it's old. By now it mostly means the spell."

Sofa comes to get breakfast. "Oh wow the alien was not a dream."

"My name is Fëanáro."

"Hi Fëanáro!"

"Sofa, you can't tell your school friends about him, okay, the government might think he needs to be secret and they aren't here yet."

"Why would I need to be secret?"

"Everyone's going to be really excited about you but some are silly and might decide that the right thing to do with being excited would be to come to our apartment or try to kidnap you to another country or something."

"A lot of the things you do are worrying about silly people."

"It happens in a large population."

"I could illusion my hair grey but that would be weird."

"You seem green to me actually."

"That is the one for languages and inventing?"

"And singing."

"I think maybe all Elves are green but I am the greenest."

Giggle. "Anyway, why would it be weird to illusion your hair?"

" - it's just weird. Like...painting yourself?"