Oh whatever you're a fucking cape kiddo. - psychic. ...don't think about sex. Pink elephants. "People, including capes, are going to think you're a cape."

"This world is full of violent morons."

Gosh she never noticed. "Whatever you'd like to call it, it is what it is. I can call Johns Hopkins for you and see if they'll send you a linguistics grad student to help you figure things out. Are you very attached to that specific library?"

"I really like it but if there's another one that's sufficiently big and pretty that'd do too."

"...pretty?"

...Tirion looks like this.

Valimar looks like this.

Alqualondë looks like this. 

"Elves need places to be pretty or we're miserable. Humans obviously don't need that or you would all choke on the hideousness of your own cities."

She flinches when he starts sending things but manages not to hit the panic button just because he's using freaky psychic powers on her without invitation. "...ah-huh." Well, as demands go residence privileges in a library and being some kid's thesis are pretty reasonable and a psychic outright-villain would be way too much trouble, she thinks she can justify appeasement to the higher-ups on this one.

"Thank you."

Next time you want to terrify people into giving you what you want consider phoning somebody who can give you those things with your demands - ugh, psychic, ugh, ugh. "You're welcome."

"You could consider the possibility that the reason I didn't phone you was because I didn't want to terrify people into giving me what I want."

Capes parking in a library they have been told they aren't supposed to be in are not unthreatening. "I'm so glad we've cleared that up."

"Can I go now?"

"How old are you?" Gawky thirteen, well-preserved 25...

"Thirty eight but I think maybe our years aren't the same length."

"So how old are you in elf years?" And do you bake cookies in a tree.

"No, I mean, I am thirty eight of my years old and I don't know how the length of our years compares to the length of yours."

"Yes, and are you an adult and if not how far off are you."

"We come of age at fifty."

"You're supposed to be enrolled in school till you're an adult, here." And she pities the teacher who has to interest him in papier mache.

"School's like an apprenticeship? I had an apprenticeship in magic at home."

And she's the princess of Candyland. "Similar, I suppose."

"What is wrong with you people and your priorities? This organization is large, I found references to it everywhere, you know there's a lot you don't understand about capes and how they work, my world would be a tremendous asset in solving all your stupid problems, and yet it is evidently not worth your time to verify straightforwardly verifiable claims about it."

"You'll get your linguist," she says.

"I have no objections to an apprenticeship or the local equivalent but at home you can resign an apprenticeship if it's not working for you and I'd definitely like to know the process for that here."

Sigh. "Education is compulsory to age eighteen."