Celegorm opens a door and finds himself looking, not into a guest room, but into a bar.
It is not plausible that someone turned this room into a bar, both because it's not a very Noldorin bar and because the room is too big; he built this fortress, he would know.
And, Huan says, it's very powerful magic and it smells of somewhere very far away.
Noted.
He walks in. Worrying about the Doom would be overthinking it. He hopes.
Magic? Genes in my world also definitely do not work the way genes in your world work, for the record.
Edie made it sound like there was a single gene that was responsible for all mutants? And that children of mutants would almost always be mutants, but children of non-mutants sometimes would too, and the gene was rising in prevalence in the population absent selection pressure?
Ah. That. It's not precisely that a single gene is responsible for the great diversity of mutations; rather, the X-Gene alters the behavior of the rest of a mutant's genome--how, obviously, depends on their individual genetic structure. As for the other--I don't actually have an explanation for it, yet, but it's intensely peculiar to us as well.
Okay. Once my dad's back alive maybe he'll have a look, he likes puzzles and would really like superpowers, and we can technically edit our genes if we want to, it'd just take forever and be super boring...
Evidence: six-year-old me is excellent. ...Even if she hasn't grown out of the destructive phase I was in at her age yet.
Uh, remember how I said I was jealous of your brother for being able to get away with being rude to people who deserve it? I may have bitten a few people who deserved it when I was her age. She threw an indestructible friend of hers out a window--in her defense, she knew he would be fine, but.
Her, of course! You haven't even thrown Finrod through windows, your bar for gratuitous violence seems to be 'literally the Enemy'.