*stops what she's doing (giggling at Fániel to stop fussing with her hair) to offer eyeroll-filled commentary on this*
Yeah. He's going to Lindon 'til he realizes how much he misses us. No, really, quit it. It's perfect. It totally sets off your cheekbones. *to a confused-looking Finduilas* Not yours, hers. Yours, too, really. Your dress is killer by the way.