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.
Eeeeeee.
Can I pet--him? Her? I don't know what gender it is.
She pets the dinosaur in a way that manages to combine "enthusiastic" with "trying to be careful not to disturb it."
Yeah, that's fair.
Eventually she comes back. "That was great."
He stays out until well after the lights have changed, perfectly still, watching them with total delight.
"It is a good place for it. We could come back but there're so many just as nice, to see -"
"Right, I meant next dinosaurs, not next time we see these ones."
There are so many choices!
Ahya likes the sound of the bipedal ones with the flat bills.