Tanya Petrova Elemmakil Pete-woman. You're telling me you were a five-hundred sixty-year-old virgin? *sounds fairly appalled* But, I mean. Okay, Quendë, yeah, I get that, you were all immortal and whatever, but you never? Never ever? Really?
*refilling your half-emptied glass immediately* *soothingly, though she's well annoyed, herself* Now, now, we've established that they're being idiots. Who knows? Maybe now they're all on drugs, and once we catch them snorting or huffing or shooting or whatever, it'll be a quick stint in rehab and everything'll go back to normal.