"Yes, I guess it is."

"Are more people going to come through? Your Círdan?"

"Maybe. They're waiting to hear more from me before they try."

"About us? Or about something else?"

"About you, about here."

"Do you need to see more of it to tell them?"

"It's less about walking around and more about talking."

"We can do that! We have lots of words now."

"It's really helpful that you're so good at Anitami."

"The - computers - are good at Anitami. And the people who know languages."

"Who are they? Why did they pick you to talk to me?"

"I was around when you arrived. Círdan said people shouldn't - all at once try to talk to you - but he didn't say anyone couldn't as long as ... as long as, if everyone else was using that rule to decide, there wouldn't be too many people. And I met you and gave you a pastry."

"It was a good pastry. I was worried it might poison me from being from another planet but it seems to be fine."

"That would be terrible. I did not think of that. Why did you eat it if you thought -"

"- well, I didn't have another way to find out, and you look a lot like us, and it looked like food, and when I tasted it it tasted like food too."

"But if you die you are dead like Dwarves."

"Yes."

"I would be very scared to die if it was like that."

"I'm afraid of heights but not of eating pastry."

"Okay. Well. If you want to talk to another person you can do that. If you want to talk to Círdan I bet you can since you are from another planet."

"...that might be scary."

"Well, you don't have to."

"Thank you."

"Scary because he is in charge?"

"Yeah."