"Well, that's good."

"Yes. It is."

"And you don't think they will do things like that once they have magic?"

"I don't think so but it'd be important to be sure. Even when nobody has magic powers, someone who does decide to do very bad things can do a lot of damage, and we don't just have to worry about these blues, we need to worry about the ones who'll come after them indefinitely."

"So right now I should just teach you."

"Till we think of something. Or they do. They might."

"Will it be something horrible though."

"If it is you can just not teach them magic."

Nodnod. Hug.

Hug.

Green-haired people come who would like to teach Fëanáro languages and be taught Quenya! Fëanáro thinks this is a great idea!

"This a good time for me to go get my stuff?"

"How long will you be gone?"

"Maybe two hours?"

"Okay."

She squeezes him. She goes.

Someone stops her on the way out. Yellow. "Pelape! We'd like to take a minute to get a summary from you of what's going on, is now a good time?"

"Uh, it's not terrible but I did summarize things in the email I had my dad pass along."

"We have that. It seems like he's gotten quite attached to you since then."

"Like I said in the email, I seem to have an odd resemblance to his friend Bella he's trying to rescue."

"Were you talking with him telepathically in the car?"

"Yeah."

"What about?"

"Uh, I listed likely occupations of people in the car with us, we went on a tangent about criminal justice in general, I explained skyscrapers."

"Is there anything we should know about how to discuss things with him-"