"Oh aye," he agreed, meeting her eyes. He leaned forward conspiratorially, to whisper, as if his words might leak from the bakery and find the ears of the one he spoke of.
"The old ones," he said, dramatic. "They're all quite bothersome. You should have met Lord Glorfindel. He's over ten thousand years old. I have never seen one of the Eldar smile as little as he, while in New York. But then it was a foul place and it certainly wiped the smile from the faces of many."
He sat back.
"But when you're that old I suppose waking up is an achievement." He laughed shortly.