"Thanks for the ride."

        "Of course. Do you know why I couldn't ping you, I've never heard of that happening before."

"No idea. We'll get it looked into."

       "I can check if it's fixed now -" Pause - "Nope. Oh, you might not be able to buy anything, you should check that before we drop you off."

We don't have any urgent shopping, she suggests to Rúmil.

"We don't have any urgent shopping," he says gratefully, "I'll check once we're home."

          "No, it's kind of a big deal, what if you're not backing up right?"

"That's terribly uncommon, isn't it?"

          "Honestly I've never heard of it but I've never not been able to ping someone elther - maybe it's my chip malfunctioning, can you ping each other -"

Maybe if we say yes she'll be distracted fixing that?

Good idea, he says guiltily. 

"Uh, yes, I can ping them fine -"

"Works for me!"

Nod nod!

         "Huh. I wasn't having trouble with traffic control, and I ordered a new plane okay - or I thought I did - maybe Vanimë pushed me a new comm blessing and you guys have an incompatible standard? I thought they were trying to regulate that sort of thing, safety reasons..."

"Always takes some time to come up with rules for that sort of thing," Rúmil says solemnly. 

        "I thought it was one of those things the prince got outta the way before he finally settled down but I will admit I get all my politics from the magazine covers in the checkout aisle."

"Me too," Rúmil agrees.

Tell her the plane woke us up and we're really tired, can we catch up on our nap - Yawn.

"We were actually just going to sleep when you arrived, do you mind terribly if we catch up on our nap -"

       "Course not? Just... on the ground? You didn't bring sleepsacks or ...pillows or anything?"

"We find it very refreshing."

      "Okay. I'll let you know when the ride's here." And she turns away, frowning.

Bella gets comfy.

A while later a bigger metal thing wakes her up again.

She tries tapping Fëanáro again - Not quite -

If we are very resting on the trip -

Depends how long it is.

He gets onto the flying metal thing and tries to rest really hard.

Bella leans on Rúmil to try to sleep more but doesn't manage it.

The flying thing swoops through the sky towards another pretty Elven city, this one mostly glass and sculpted into the hillside! "Address?" Ercassë says.

Just drop us off anywhere we haven't got the hiking out of our systems?

Rúmil gratefully repeats this. The woman nods, hums, taps-taps - "oh, actually, I know someone in town who does chip troubleshooting, let's stop there."

The flying thing descends.

Ugh ugh ugh

And someone else comes out to meet it. Looks at them, says - "Rúmil?"

            "Uh. Hi!"

"And Mirelótë! Are you okay? You look terrible - oh no, what happened -"

             "Can we perhaps explain somewhere more private? And maybe in a few hours, we were interrupted in our sleep -"

"Yes, of course, come in - are you sure she doesn't need a doctor she looks like she needs a doctor -"

Headshake.

              "I had no idea you guys were in town! Whose kid are you watching -"

"Family friend -"

              "He looks like Curufinwë -"

"You know, I don't think anyone's told him that before, you should be flattered, son -"

They disembark. 

aaaaaaaaaaaaah