[Is he real? Because wow does she know a few people who could learn a thing or two from him. Putting down the straightener down, something incredibly hard to get her to do, she crosses over to him a little. Her eyes drift to his hair, noticing a slight sparkle. It's nearly impossible for her to miss them, her eye trained to spot shiny things.]

I like your style Maglor of House Feanor... And Europe is a country.

[One she's been to more times than she can count.]

So, let's say I do the whole braid thing... Where did you get the gems?