"Of course!" It comes out a little more strongly than he meant to. "But Kuro always tells me I'm too young for anything!"

Daia happily takes the roll and chomps into it; it taste so good with all its different flavours. Man, he wishes he could eat people food all the time.

"A piece of fruit? How does it get bright and big, then?"

He wonders a little if this is like the mythologies of his world; lots of different cultures, even more cultures than Daia could ever hope to know, had their creation myths. But maybe Glorfindel's world is different? He certainly won't know unless he asks, and he hopes Glorfindel can tolerate a potentially endless list of curiosities.

"Hobbits sound nice. I'd like to meet one." A beat as his brain catches up. "Do you think they'd be scared of me?"