"What do you think, Fëanáro?"

"If you think they're okay then sure."

"Well, interviewing them probably can't hurt."

"Is that what we're doing?"

"I think so? Is that what you guys have in mind?" she asks the yellow.

"If that works for you, yes."

"Tomorrow morning after breakfast?"

"Sounds good!"

And the next morning there are greens who are so excited about planets!!

"Planets aren't immediately accessible, it'll require dev time."

"Understood. But - still. This year, maybe."

"Maybe."

"Anyway, what do you want to know, Fëanáro?"

"Are you evil?"

"...no."

"...people won't just tell you if they are evil," Pelape tells Fëanáro.

"Then I don't know how to tell."

"It's not trivial, but just asking like that doesn't even help."

"Well, some evil people might say so."

      "Even if I were evil I would just go for planets at this point, honestly," says one of the greens. "Planets, ten kids, settle down and study alien wildflowers or something, sounds better than a horrible magic war."

"Are you a botanist?"

"No. There's nothing interesting to discover about our wildflowers, we got to that ages ago."

"What do you do currenty?"

"Chemistry."

"Were you briefed on the eccentric rescue mission criteria?"