"I suppose she does!" The elf exclaimed with a shrug of his shoulders. He knew she did; she said as much often enough.

"But if you will teach me your craft," he said, hands clasped together. "I will be very grateful to you!" There were practically stars shining in his eyes at the prospect. He had to do this!

It was silly though, he knew. He loved learning new things, even if he were bad or mediocre at them, except for reading. Reading offered a window to learn even more things, but he just found it so bothersome.