"Only if they realize they're such. But yes. Well, you could use it to make my buildings look like they're not all oddly uniform in temperature."

"Only once I have an idea what temperature variations buildings normally experience. But yes, sure."

"I don't think I ever thanked you enough for that. People are in marvelous good spirits, living here, despite the hours we're all keeping, and I think having the city be beautiful is a big part of it."

"I think that's a Quendi thing. I mean, everybody likes pretty stuff, but the place would have to be a lot uglier than it is under the illusions to actually demoralize me, or, I think, Men."

"It's definitely a Quendi thing. We - wither, in ugly places. I'd sooner go without food than live somewhere ugly."

"Well, that's also a species thing, the ease with which you short rations."

"We have some advantages. We'll see how to reverse-engineer them for everyone else without the disadvantages."

"Good plan. If anybody wants to try on Asgardian brawn I hear Odin has something for that, but it seems to be a package deal until you stand near a Balrog..."

"Are you sure you aren't innately strong, being a frost giant? Anyway, I'd genuinely be delighted to meet your mother but I have promised some people my time once galaxy-hopping is a forgiveable use of it."

"Asgardians are actually stronger than frost giants even though frost giants are generally bigger! Have to compensate for the frost magic somehow."

"In that case I will indeed talk your mother into sharing. I think being - less vulnerable - will be something of an obsession of mine for a little while."

"A joke? I took it as a challenge."

"Oh, right, forgot who I was talking to. Well, if by the time I can get back to my galaxy I am welcome on her planet I'll see about introducing you."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Well. I need sleep, unlike some people." And she pops home.

Their next game of governor is a few weeks later. She wins.

She brags to Fingon next time she's over there.

He might be a little bit jealous. Just a little bit.

Awww.

The letter he gives her for Maedhros might be really long.

...Okay. She doesn't ask, just raises an eyebrow.

"I told you I'd scheduled five centuries for sulking? Looks like he's going to be better before then, and it'd be convenient if I compressed all the sulking so we're over our problems at the same time."

"And you sulk via long letters?"

"I settle the things I'd have been sulking about via long letters."