Nelen shuffles in his shoe covers apologetically.

"What are those?" asks Thiaben.

"What are what?"

"The -" she gestures at her own shoes.

"- they're shoe covers so my shoes don't touch the street."

"Is there something wrong with the street?"

"No."

The Elves look at each other.

"Dwarves are weirder," says Thiaben. 

"If you say so."

"How are they weird?"

"They just think about things weird."

"...like how?"

"Like the doing everything with money."

"Oh."

"If you don't like us for - whatever you're looking for - you could go visit them."

"- it's not - it's not that - you seem great -"

"You seem scared."

"Yes."

" - well, okay. Do you have somewhere to stay?"

"I was going to go back through the portal..."

"You can do that! But you can stay if you want."

"- I think I will go back through. But. Thank you."

"Sure!"

He smiles tentatively.

Elves smile back. "Lots of people have questions about your planet, if you want to answer any."

"- what are the questions?"