Aulë, it's Yavanna, and it's 3.30am and you're still not home. Call me when you get this. Which will, uh, hopefully be before Oromë exterminates most of the animal population of Órë.
Aulë. It's Yavanna and it's 9.15pm and you're still not home and the vegetable lasagna's burnt and you are sleeping on the couch tonight. Just so you know.
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Aulë! It's Vána. You have GOT to see the new transistor I invented. Well, you can't really see it, because I shrank it by 23 percent! Remember that old joke about p-n recombination? Call me, okay? Bye!
Hello? Aulë? You got my message, great. You should come over whenever the lab can spare you and I'll show you everything. I wanted to ask you about that model you gave to the MoMAA, too. It's amazing.
*chuckles* Thanks ever so much. I think it's a bit of a relic from another age now but it was quite cutting edge at the time. I was proud of it, anyway. Yavanna wasn't so impressed but there you have it.
Don't be silly. I imagine the mortals only find it more impressive these days now that there's nothing of the sort tramping about and nuking Gondolin and such.
*wonders if her eyeroll audibly transmits across the phone lines* *will definitely work on enabling those sorts of special features* Yavanna is never impressed with anything that isn't green.
*a little worriedly* I think she's not impressed with me right now. You know how time flies when you're working? Well, I think about four days just passed there and I didn't realise and I didn't go home and, well, I think I have a lot of making up to do.
*pauses*
*nostalgically* But that fire-drake was pretty great, huh?
Oh, dear. *sympathetically* Would you like some fake flowers to give her? I can dig something up from my flowery-er days. Most people can never tell the difference from the real ones but Yavanna might appreciate it.
The fire-drake really is something else. I was so excited when I saw it that I had to catalog its full measurements and run a structural analysis of the whole thing. *laughs* I've half a mind to wire something like up to walk around and swish its tail back and forth. Like I meant to do with my baby.
Oh, I'm sure you're more than capable of managing another project.
*chuckles again* Agreed.
We really must meet up and discuss a couple of things. I have some theories on--*lowers his voice*--artificial intelligence. I thought I might give those Dwarves another try but don't, for Dad's sake, tell Yavanna.
*moves in front of the television and looks at you* Yavanna? Darling? I'm sorry-- I got caught up in work. You know how I get. I'm really sorry that I missed the vegetable lasagna.
*glares at you* I went to your fucking lab, you know, and that sycophantic assistant of yours told me that you weren't to be disturbed. I'm your fucking wife, Aulë!