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.
"According to Marille your father and Curufinwe manage it by being such overwhelming nerds that it kind of drowns everything else."
"According to Marille Nelyafinwe manages it by princeing so excellently. No idea about Canafinwe."
"Princing so excellently no one falls in love with him? I am - disappointed in the population of Tirion again."
"You lost me. I thought we were talking about absence of awkwardness."
"You said it about your brother. 'Princing so excellently no one falls in love with him.'"
"I just don't want to get his hopes up that I'm going to be - better for public image."