"When everybody rushed into the magic closet to say hi-can-we-have-FTL to the aliens - we can have FTL, by the way, the aliens recognized Aitim. Because there is a society of cyborg Elves of which this guy named Nelyafinwë Maitimo is the crown prince and heir apparent, and they look almost exactly alike. Except Nelyafinwë Maitimo has red hair, it's awkward."

"Um. Wow."

"Nelyafinwë Maitimo has six younger brothers. Aitim brought me a recording -" he plays it.

"- whoa."

"I'm kinda jealous. Course, he's thousands of years old. Cyborg Elves are immortal."

"Where do they keep all of themselves?"

"They have FTL. ...guess who invented it."

"Is it your dad?"

"However did you guess."

"I'm very smart."

"Anyway they have FTL and take foreeever to reach maturity so there're actually more of us than of them. - I think there were even before the war but I'm less sure of that, I got a very short summary."

"The war?"

"Really bad war. The alien is hanging out in the magic closet because he blew up a planet to end the really bad war and he's hoping someone'll come who has magic for resurrection."

"Yeeeeikes."

"Uh huh."

Snuggle.

Snuggle. "Also aliens are universally super unimpressed with us about reds, the government is scrambling to figure out something humane to do before someone gets mad enough to go to war over it."

"Heh."

"They're maybe going to do some magic to them and say 'they're clean now!' if they can sell people on it."

"That'd be fun."

"Uh huh. Anyway. Aitim wants us all to come meet the aliens in the magic closet. Including you. ...I do not think he means to use you as social proof he is not terrible about reds because I don't think he knows but if he did know he'd totally want to do that."

"If he might find out this might be a fine time to tell him. Right in front of a judgy alien!"

...snort. "He is too blue to even make a face with a judgy alien watching. You can tell him and then pass him a plate of pasta and he will eat it."

So off they go to meet the aliens living in a magic closet!