He beats her in their third and fourth game of Governor, but in the fifth she pulls a series of brilliant moves that he insists are the best he's seen from anyone and wins, resoundingly.
Fëanor slows himself back to normal perception. He's close, he says. He's confident it will work.
She likes her goggles! She fixes the temperature of some buildings. She enjoys Governor very much. And she's super excited about the library.
Failing that: no, you do not get to confine people to their houses because they don't have your snow-walking ability.
"Cool. How does it work? Should I give you a tour of the virtual Library of Asgard?"
"Okay, well, that's still a lot of books. How will it materialize?"
"Okay. I will resign myself to being a printer for a while."
"Yeah, it won't take me six months to get the physics books out. I will spare you the extraneous literature."
"When we have killed the Enemy I will produce as many Asgardian romance novels from my reading history as you can tolerate but I am not in the least confident they would be to your taste."
"It'd be sociologically interesting if nothing else," he says, "the Eldar can't exactly retrieve the norms surrounding love and marriage that we had before the Valar enlightened us, and we can learn from looking at Men and Dwarves but I'm not sure we're intended to be like them - people keep petitioning me to Do Something about your Men, incidentally, but I'm trusting you that all children are growing up with loving parents whatever bizarre depravities the adults get up to in their free time? I'd enjoy Asgardian romance novels. Well, two or three of them, enough to find patterns. When the worlds are all safe and the wars are all over."
"The children are all well looked after by various combinations of loving adults," Loki confirms.
She can do a couple pages a second, stamping illusions as fast as she can turn paper.
She can keep going past that so they have spare references. She's read a lot of science in her lifetime.