"Of the music or something else?"

"Either one."

Elves sing up a very small cute rainstorm over that garden right there that looks a bit parched.

Gosh golly. The diplomat team applauds.

And they can go to a storefront and show magic items - a little ring that hovers an inch above the palm of the hand, one that glows, one that makes an Elf graceful enough to run through tree branches (they aren't sure if it'd do that for an Amentan). "In principle the magic system can do much more than that but we're new to it."

"How new?"

"Aulë started teaching the craft to us when we came to Valinor, seventy years ago, but as one among a thousand different things, and we think writing might speed it up tremendously and that was only just proposed a few years ago." And they can explain how artifacts instructions are designed.

The greens are very interested.

Elves are delighted to explain in more detail!

Finwë is happy to inquire with Varda about a Vala magic demonstration while they get into that. Do they have anything in particular in mind to ask of her.

They're not sure what's on the menu. No one here wishes to be a tree.

"...I have no reason to expect the Valar to turn anyone into a tree unless they were attacking innocent people and we hadn't suggested to them a less violent means of restraining them from such," he says. "But they can do - most things - they made the magic fountains, Avalor thought you'd be pleased about the magic fountains -"

"About that, her foster parents are really attached to her and concerned about her disappearance," says Agent Cherjoi.

"What do the fountains do?" asks Scholar Ajenk.

"We have not yet invented indoor plumbing, they produce water out of nowhere and vanish it into nowhere and thereby suffice instead. I am reluctant to return the child to the custody of the nation that murdered her brother and parents and cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents and great-grandparents and great-greatgrandparents until I have more information about the circumstances that prompted that, but she is of course uninjured."

"Avalor isn't in any danger with her foster parents," says Kahago.

"I am reluctant to return the child to the custody of the nation that committed the described atrocity until I have more information about the circumstances that prompted it," he repeats more slowly and with more careful enunciation.

Whatever her foster parents are barely important enough to have gotten a look in she doesn't have to push it. "I see. I hope she's a polite guest of your people."

"Exquisitely well-mannered."

And prejudicing the magic aliens against the Empire, ah-huh. Should've killed them all they don't need Voan blues for anything. "Delighted to hear it. Was it your magic that created the wardrobe passage?"

"It was not, though the Valar are confident they could replicate it now that they've witnessed it. We have no more information than you on how it occurred in the first place."

"How odd," says Kahago. "Are they inclined to replicate it?"

"Very much so, I think! It's inconveniently located and portals could be arranged to give people on your world straightforward access to empty planets if some empty planets can be found. They have some reservations but none which we can't resolve once we understand each other better."

Everyone in the diplomatic team perks up about empty planets. "That would be lovely!" says Kahago. "I'm sure we can clear up any misunderstandings that may have resulted from our inadvertent child envoy."

"She spoke very well of you! It's just that a child explaining why the massacre of her entire family was justified because the Oahk Empire has the right to do whatever they have the power to do is even more disturbing than a child grieving such a massacre."

"Is that what you'd like to discuss first?" asks Kahago.

"I have no particular priorities but it is certainly a precursor to the distribution of portals."