After Cam's magic but still basically human boyfriend has fallen asleep and Cam finds he is not tired enough to do the same, Cam goes downstairs.
"Sort of metaphorical suitedness to the magic broadly construed. I think you're more moving-things than making-things or changing-things."
"That would weird me out if it were mine, too, since they've been divorced for like a hundred seventy years."
"No. It probably wouldn't have helped anything to have the deliberations obviously about 'how do I get really good return on murdering your mom' as opposed to the vaguer 'destroying your homeworld and anybody on it who didn't leave with you'."
"I'm going to go get written works referencing the Valar from Bar, get a broader sense of - the kind of things they tend to do -"
"I don't think he wants you to avoid him. He will probably say something unhelpful, though, so if you'd rather -"
"He might've forgotten all about it, tiny children have short attention spans."
"Tiny Elves? With fifty-five million names to read? - He might notice when he runs into a name that matches somebody in the backyard he's been singing with."
"I knew how to lie when I was four, it'll just be complicated to explain what needs to be lied about."
"I think it probably has not crossed his mind that irretrievable death is a thing at all."
"It might, just - I think that's his baseline, Valinor's all paradise-y... we are going to get them all back."
"Bar, can we have books written in Quenya, mentioning that a Curufinwë Fëanáro was born in 1169, and being about a war with Melkor subsequent to his parole?"