I'm sure they'll go over astonishingly well!

A pleasure! he says merrily.

And she goes to the courtyard, hoping for an absence of Miriel and presence of people who will want frozen fruit.

There is a Fëanáro. He has revised his plans for where to go today, in the direction of adding a dozen destinations while not taking anything out, and he's wearing a significant share of yesterday's acquisitions around his neck and on his head.

Would he like a frozen fruit?

He would love one, and now wants to learn an ice spell.

"The one I have so far is a combat spell. If I figure out how to get a safer version that won't give people frostbite I will teach it to you. Olórin's helping with the more hazardous experiments and I should be done with the combinatorics faster than I expected, anyway."

"Do you not think the gods are scary anymore?"

"I like Olórin. Valar might be another matter."

"Okay. Let's go, I have a lot of things I want to do."

"Where's Rúmil?"

Rúmiiiiiiiiilllllll, come find us so we can leave!

Giggle.

Hi, Rúmil, I'm doing well. Mostly Olórin is casting them for me because he's much less likely to suffer inconvenient harm and I'm doing the detections and taking notes. And, yes, most people can get a really good guess of how other people are feeling by looking at their faces, but for some people it's harder.

Like Rúmil because he doesn't have eyes yet, Fëanáro says. Let's go.

People who can see just fine also vary at this skill, Bella says, doublechecking Miriel's position and heading out. She offers Rúmil a frozen fruit. There's people who can't even tell people apart by their faces, too, which if I remember right is sometimes related.

This seems to upset Fëanáro for some reason, but he cheers up as they walk out.

...She seems to have missed her window to ask in contemplating whether to ask, so she just enjoys the wander through the city.

It is quite a wander. Fëanáro is an energetic wanderer and also likes climbing on top of things to get a better view.

...She makes sure she's within feather fall range when he climbs things.

He seems to know his limits, or perhaps Valinor's built to be relatively safe even for reckless children. He coaxes them into joining him on the walls of the city, from where they can see all the way to the mountain Taniqueti in the center of the country and all the way to the eastern sea. Well, Fëanáro can.

Both his companions can borrow the view. "This is gorgeous," Bella comments.

"I want to go see all of it."