Jennifer snickered behind her hands. Mating ritual? It WAS dirty, then. She couldn't stop from giggling at all. He talked so formally. So ... uptight. She decided to not ask him if he wanted to mate with her, though she was really tempted, and she also decided to not correct him on the idea of dirty including dirt.
"Spock." She repeated. Her body going straight as an arrow and her face becoming serious. It was a hell of a name, she had to admit. She found it just as amusing as when the nurses and doctors used her own last name, which was Government. What a stupid last name to have. Usually when they used it, she broke apart in mad laughter, unable to take it seriously at all.
"Aw." His home was in the sky. So were his friends. Well, he just needed new friends then, didn't he? And he needed to stop talking like a robot. She had a feeling that if he could just stop talking like a robot, he might loosen up a bit.
So, hugging had seemed like a bad idea two seconds ago, and she no longer cared. Jennifer flung her arms wide and wrapped them around her new buddy. Giving him a valiant squeeze.
"You'll be okay. That's why you're here. To be okay again. Would you like a cookie? I hear they're giving out cookies in the commons today. We can get you a cookie and you can stop talking like a robot, then we'll watch some cartoons. You can be my new best friend."
Had he denied being an elf? No. He hadn't actually. Just called it another word. Oooh. A secret elf word for elf.