"That being what you said it right after, yes."

"...I mean, I thought you weren't a picky eater because you didn't get enough food and I was mad about that."

"For most of my life I was an old lady's housegirl. I didn't get to pick my meals but there was generally enough of them and they were mostly the same thing she ate."

"How'd you end up the place I found you?"

"The old lady died and left me to her grandson, instead of to myself like she'd said she would, and he sold me to a rental place."

"Ugh."

"Yep. I really thought she was going to -"

"When we resurrect her you can make her feel really awkward about it."

"That's a nice thought."

Bounce bounce.

Cute.

He spends the rest of the evening fiddling with procedural generation until it is making sufficiently pretty mushroom patterns.

Aya partakes of the complete works of her entire world.

And eventually he gets impatient with the computer and flaps around singing sadly.

You okay?

Just wish I had found you without getting lost and could go home after giving you all the cool stuff.

Yeah, me too. Let me know if I can help.

You are helping, you're a Bell. Fixing worlds helps a lot.

Okay.

Flap flap - 

He makes some space Silmarils and puts them in carefully designed holders in the ceiling. It'll help his mood.

Ooh.

Yeah.

It does help his mood. He flops on a couch contentedly.