"Uh, what is your music like, what is your art like, is this the only language spoken there, what's the prettiest language spoken there, how are pocket everythings made, are you about a normal member of your country, what is your food like..."

"Anitami is only spoken in Anitam, there are a lot of languages. I guess Taroleen is prettiest? If you ask me? Other people probably like different ones -" He mumbles this while he sifts through his pocket everything for cached photos, and finds a lone painting of the moons and some stills from various theatrical productions. He puts on randomly selected showtunes. He finds a picture of a stranger's sandwich and a picture of a potluck spread from home with a smiling red-haired person in the edge of the frame.

Elves are delighted and imitate showtunes and are jealous of the moons ("Valinor has several too! And two suns!") and curious what the food tastes like.

"I don't know how to describe what the food tastes like."

"Is it like ours? If you were describing ours at home what would you say?"

"- the pastry was sweet and starchy? And the kabob was - salty, I guess?"

They note new vocabulary words.

He names the foods in the potluck picture and says whether they are sweet or salty, spicy or not, hot or cold, starchy or meaty or fruity or dry or saucy or cheesy.

Then these Elves will have as much information as anyone can reasonably have about food they haven't eaten. 

Songs continue to play. He rummages through the desktop wallpaper folder and finds background art.

It's interesting. Does he know how to make one, can he teach them?

He has no idea, sorry.

They can maybe figure it out together from what he does know?

Maybe but it really isn't much. He'll mumble about that for them.

They seem surprised by this for some reason but pay attention and ask questions most of which he doesn't know the answer to.

He says "I don't know" a lot and eventually wants to go home and sleep.

Does he want to take anything back with him to show his friends? Food? Fabric? Trinkets?

- yes, that would be nice. "But - nothing too - obvious -"

"...obvious?"

"- nothing people will notice right away if they come to the neighborhood where the portal is."

"Okay. Why?" 

"It's complicated."

Elves fetch him jewelry and fabrics and hair clips and socks.

He accumulates things, smiling a little awkwardly. "I don't have money from here -"

"No, no, they're presents, enjoy them."