Hmmmm, [says Tony, with interest. He immediately moves over that way, his servomotors whizzing faintly under the audible subwoofer thumping of the music. He reaches down to take himself a slice of pie, his metal fingers moving with delicacy that's perhaps surprising, considering the armor is of sturdy proportions.] Appreciate it, Legolas.
[There's no actual canon elf queen in Tolkien, and that's his best guess otherwise. He picks up the piece of pastry, studying it with tipsy interest for a long moment. And then he takes a bite. He has enough good courtesy, at least, to spread his other hand below his chin, preventing crumbs from falling to the floor, the table, or the pie of origin.]
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[There's no actual canon elf queen in Tolkien, and that's his best guess otherwise. He picks up the piece of pastry, studying it with tipsy interest for a long moment. And then he takes a bite. He has enough good courtesy, at least, to spread his other hand below his chin, preventing crumbs from falling to the floor, the table, or the pie of origin.]