Coffee? Tea? I just want milk. [Julien hasn't found many cups that suit his needs, wide ones that aren't too high, so he can get his beak well into them and not leave an inch and a half on the bottom. They do exist though. He gets one down and looks back along his own length at Aaron.]

Hey, do you need me to switch to Sindarin again and tell you you're my friend, and I can't turn my back on you? I will, you know.