Finwe stared at the sight in front of him. It couldn't be weirder. He stared harder. The girl in front of him did not disappear.
"WHY ARE YOU STARING?!" the girl demanded. "Don't you know that staring is rude?"
"Um, I was just thinking that you, um, look kinda…"
"Yeah, well, GET USED TO IT!" she screamed.
Finwe backed away slowly. His stomach growled. "Um…"
"OH! You're hungry? I should have known! After what Melkor put you through, you must be traumatized! AND A TRAUMATIZED SOUL NEEDS FOOD! By the way, I'm BlueRaspberryJollyRancher."
"Thanks, BlueRaspberryJollyRancher. I'm Finwe, and you know, I actually am kind of hungry…" Finwe tried to casually put his hand on his sword, but BlueRaspberryJollyRancher saw through that, too.
"Oh don't worry, I'm harmless. Anyway, here's some, um, vegetables." BlueRaspberry said, trying to hide a smile. She handed a plate to Finwe, who abandoned all elegance and politeness, blah blah blah, that elves were supposed to have.
"AAAAGGGHHHH! WHAT IS THIS VILE SUBSTANCE?! YOU HAVE POISONED ME!" Finwe cried, spitting out a mouthful of the bitter melon.
"It's bitter melon", BlueRaspberry replied sweetly. "It's bitterer than the darkest chocolate and the most unpleasant grapefruit."
"What are all of those?"
"Never mind. By the way, this is SOOO going to be posted on Facebook. Yes, I took a video. I know! THAT'S SO MEAN OF ME! But hey, do I look like I care?"
"…"
"NO, I DON'T CARE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Finwe fainted.