Timothy has a perfectly good computer. 

Okay? Should I tell him that?

So I don't know why he's using you as a telepathy relay.

Oh I know! It's because he's jealous because mes really like being telepathic.

How do you know that, you're like three, you can't be that good at people yet.

I know if I wasn't telepathic I'd be sad? And I know chip Elves think my version suits me better, they've said so.

Minor appears. "What are we testing?"

"Your ability to steal souls."

"Oh, good idea - it shouldn't make a difference if it's from an actual person, right -"

"It might make a difference if it's a mind or a naively conjured chip but you don't have to dig it out of anyone's brain, no."

"I don't know how to make the read-writer -"

"There's one in my room, just go use that one."

And away he stomps. It's only a tiny bit stompy.

"What happened -"

"Long story. Your gods couldn't fix it, at least not naively."

"I still need to do that genetic survey."

"I don't think there's anything urgently pending - I don't want to ask Minor to hang out in Hell forever, it'll upset him, know anyone who might not mind..."

"To have a summon open? I can ask some people -" He starts composing notes.

Miranda trots down the stairs. "Are you the Elf me?" she asks Mirelótë.

"I am if you're an alt of Cam - I assume this is transitive -"

"Seems to be."

"What's being an Elf like?"

"I haven't talked with either of you enough to tease out and attribute the differences!"

"Elves: get upset if things are insufficiently pretty, very patient and a little slow-paced or at least okay with things taking forever, sing a lot, dramatic, mope for a long time, have silly romantic narratives, are uncomfortable with shampoo commercials, prudish, precious about literally everything..."

"I for one think the moping and the thing you probably mean by 'silly romantic narratives' work much better in fiction than reality - a Century, Rúmil, really - what do you mean by precious -"