"I would've thought they were real until they'd been asleep for like a day, wow."
"Wow," Kib repeats, shaking his head. "I'm afraid you're going to be terribly underwhelmed by my world."
"Nothing in Valinor matters. Everything in Valinor is very nice but there is no invention I can perfect, no discovery I can make, no solution I can engineer, that will meaningfully change peoples' lives because everyone's lives are good. I have borne this without resentment but now I have a gateway to a life that actually touches other ones and I do not think I will feel underwhelmed."
"I'm just saying we don't have art like that dozing around. But yes, as an outlet for that particular frustration my world is perfect."
Kib laughs. "I've noticed. You don't think you'll faint of shock when you enter a city built by people who don't care nearly that much if things are pretty and don't have nearly that much time on their hands anyway?"
"...is that where Quenya came from? Wow. Cities have more fundamental constraints on their setup, though, humans do respond to aesthetics in language and we can do that without worrying about moving a load-bearing consonant or running into a grammatical zoning law or having to pay maintenance costs on excess nouns."
"Humans don't object to beauty a bit. You might find us difficult to talk into compromises for it though."
"And I have few things here and doubt my teacher has cleared out my room yet. Although I do want to pick up some diamonds so I can purchase most of the contents of a bookstore."
"I don't remember exactly how much diamonds cost but as long as they're trivial to come by I will want more than two to be sure I can cover everything."