"Yes, I have a grown son. Celebrimbor, who is a smith, like me. (Except better.) Have you spoken with him? He listens to the conversations on the network and is apt to chime in if somebody or something interests him."

". . . Make me a little temple? Heh heh. Are you a craftsman too?" He does have to laugh to think of a temple for an Elf.

And the thought of himself as a waiter is even funnier. "Monsieur, here is your menu. But let me tell you about our special tonight. We have roast jabberjay with herb sauce, and I highly recommend it. Would you like to see our wine list?" And he hands over an imaginary menu and smiles a bright, friendly, waiter-like smile.