"No but they won't be as major characters."

"Okay then."

"What are people in your world like? Tell me about some?"

"Do you mean like - specific people or kinds of them?"

"Both, I guess. I want to know everything."

...what is a G-rated explanation of nymphs. She does not remember what her parents told her about nymphs when she was little. Maybe she can just not mention nymphs. She tells him about gorgons and goblins and those obnoxious middlings who chased her around last year to make her try to break a curse on their "queen" and Imperial human subcultures and people who live underground/underwater/in deserts/on other planes and about crossbreeds and giants and cosmetic irregularities on people who are otherwise human.

He listens silently and bounces on her lap. "That's amazing. Why does our world only have one kind of people, you think? Well, and orcs, but orcs used to be us."

...She will ask Rúmil what that means later. "I don't know. Some species on my world have specific stories about gods creating them, the more recent are better documented but any of them could be true. I guess there's more cooperating on one design here."

He nods. "Oh, that makes sense. If the gods get along they all do one thing but if they keep arguing then there'll be all kinds. Well, arguing gods seems bad but I kind of like the idea of lots of people. Unless we're just much better designed to have good lives, then I guess it'd be wrong to have other things that were worse just to be different."

"I think taking as long as you do to grow up is kind of unfair. Maybe it isn't if there isn't a human around to compare. And you can't fly, there's some kinds of people that can fly and I think that's pretty neat."

He nods vigorously. "I'd like to grow up faster and fly."

"Well, there's a spell for the flying part, which will come along sooner or later."

"Not soon enough."

"Sorry."

"Not your fault." And he quietly goes back to writing.

She writes too - lists of experiments to try (mismatching spell components; swapping out abstract parts of the mental constructs; itemized in order of approximate safety).

They've been writing for a while when Rúmil reaches out to her. Bella?

Yes?

Have you or Fëanáro eaten today?

Yes, but it wasn't exactly a balanced meal, I had breakfast in Lorien and brought him some fruit I'd tweaked the flavors of.

All right. I may bring you something. He forgets, you know, if no one prompts him.

I can probably keep him interested for a while with exotic tastes. He likes chocolate.

Anything from your world would probably do it, yeah.

I'll try to remember to bring him re-flavored things on a regular basis. Maybe nuts that taste like cheese are less weird if you don't know how cheese is supposed to be textured.

It's not that he's a picky eater, it's that he forgets because he gets absorbed. But something from your world would be exciting, he might actually be willing to stop working for it.