*busies her hands by carefully picking her roll apart on the saucer (she's had to cultivate more delicate manners than she might've otherwise, to keep Turgon from wolfing his food in one breath)* I'm not sure how much of that was actual "listening" and how much was just him flying under the radar. I was so busy keeping the more, ah, volatile elements in the kingdom from combusting? *flashes a smile* At least I could keep some of you close, back then.
*contemplatively (pick, pick, pick)* I'm not sure who actually owns the real estate, these days. I haven't been back since the night I left.