"Who are you."

"My name is Aitim Neli."

"You said that already and it's not what I meant."

"I work for the government of Anitam. I asked to come here and meet you because I wanted to make sure that we got you set up with everything you needed."

...Pelape?

He's on the council, which makes him one of the five most powerful blues in Anitam. I have no idea why he didn't say that. He's also got foreign policy experience and pretty broad popular support and he's related to some people who made good progress on the reds thing, if you're curious. Backs good pilot experiments.

" - I think I want to go to the pretty place with Pelape and teach people a cantrip and talk to someone who speaks Tapap. Does that work."

"That sounds great. I will call a car to take us to a pretty place once we get confirmation they can host us. Do you mind wearing a hat while we go? Seeing aliens will surprise lots of people."

"Am I going to be a secret?"

"Some advantages of having you be a secret are that no one will try to break in to come to talk to you, and that we can make sure magic goes to people who will be responsible with it first instead of to people who might use it to start a war. I do not expect it will make sense to have a secret for very long but I think it makes sense now."

"Did you bring hats? We are a household of naturally accurate colors, I'd have to makeshift something."

"I neglected to bring a hat, but someone can run out and grab one."

"He's green."

"Is that so. All right." Someone slips off to get a green hat.

"Green's the least stupid one."

"That's the conventional wisdom, yes."

Snuggly green little child.

"How old are you, Fëanáro?"

"Thirteen."

"How many days are there in your year?"

"1728. I think our days are longer though maybe."

"At how old are Elves grown up?"

"Fifty."

"Wow."

"There might be a magic way for you to end the thing where you stop existing."