Really, now. There's no reason to think the Qun says anything about eating kittens. And of course if it doesn't, they wouldn't. [His objections to the Qun come from an entirely different angle than Myr's do, but they can meet in the middle and enjoy the condemnation together.]

You'd really want to see Andrastian monuments built overtop of elven ones? [It's dangerous territory to venture into, especially on what was meant to be a lighthearted call just to chat, but that's never stopped Vandelin from saying anything he pleased before.

But he does feel guilty about it, in the face of his cousin's solicitousness. He regroups, silently contrite.] Never mind. I'm fine, I promise. Plenty of fresh water and fruit to eat and all of that.