*rests her chin on her hand as she gazes out the window* I used to think your mother had such good judgment. And then I hear she brought them to Ossiriand. And she seems not to want to look me up. Fine, whatever.
*ever so dryly* Aw, you've mastered basic math. But no, sadly. He's actually very nice. *frowning* Are you familiar with that word? I know I'm not.