"There's really no need to apologise. Words aren't really my thing." Making drinks and large teeth all the better to eat you with? That's her wheelhouse.

"Well, maybe sometime you can confuse me with rambling explanations, too. Deal?" Sometime when he's not working, she's guessing.

Ruby makes a little face - not unhappy, just a face - and looks at her ring. "Pel and Velanna, got it. I'll try and make tome. In the meanwhile I guess I'll go stand next to the elfroot in the garden, or something, see if I can make it grow extra fast." An eyeroll, self-deprecating. "I appreciate you looking anyway."