"I am! And you are terribly adorable, it's been a while since the Maitimo from my world was little, it's good to meet you too."

He beams at her. 

"Nice to meet you."

"It really is."

"Likewise. Have you got a name for your Arda?"

"Not yet. We're the only flat one so far but we take it it's a category."

"Seems like it. And Bar says yours is the standard sort at least so far."

"Hmm, really? It seemed, talking to some of the ones from the other not-flat Valinor, like your version makes more physical sense."

"It does, but yours is commoner."

"Huh." And he opens the door. 

And Mandos and Lórien sweep through.

"I wonder how long to expect them to take - should've asked for an estimate -"

"What are they doing?"

"They're going to go talk to your Valar about some things they have learned."

Bounce bounce.

So cute. She scoops him up.

He beams at her and clings delightedly (and without any hair-touching, of course). "I'm glad the Valar are fixing everything now.'

"My Valar are especially good at that, that's why they went looking for my world."

"Our Valar are good so far, but I think some people were afraid they'd stop being good later."

"Well, my Mandos and Lórien are going to catch them up on some important job skills and hopefully it'll all work out."

Nodnod.

"What year is it in your world-"

"1512."

"Oh, I can imagine they'll have a lot to teach ours."

Cam comes downstairs. "It has been a week!" he announces, mostly to Timothy. "How long has it been here - I missed you - but I think I have isolated wizard biology."

" - like ten minutes -" hug -" - do tell -"