Okay. Keep your heart rate down, Marillë. Yes, this is the Prince Curufinwe. Yes, he's the most genius Elf in all Aman. But he liked your paper, he asked you to be here. There's nothing to be nervous about.
She knocks on the door.
"He deserves his reputation for genius and has poor social skills so you can assume that if he says something hurtful it was probably not intended that way."
"Marille hasn't had any trouble, so I have no evidence against that."
"Marille's not a terrible person, she's just--more in the habit of communicating with them on their level?"
"Wasn't accusing her of being one, she seems okay. But I sort of default to expecting bad news."
"Because I like you and I like trying new things and the intersection seems obvious?"
"They have dinosaurs there, right? I don't think I've actually seen those."
"Really? What have you been doing with your life, dinosaurs are excellent. I adopted one when I was twenty."