"Can we talk to the pharaoh now?"

"I can ask." He nods at someone who runs off.

"Is he not likely to be busy?"

"It's pretty late in the evening, he might not be."

"All right. I'm just going to assume Valian daywear is fancy enough."

"You all look very nice. Fëanáro, you should know that in Osirion it is considered very rude to look at the pharaoh before he has given you permission, or speak to him, so visitors do this -" he gestures - "and then he'll indicate if you can lift your head a little."

"Okay!"

"Is this on top of the kneeling or instead?"

"You also kneel. Much farther for him than for me."

"How far?"

He demonstrates.

Elves watch seriously.

Okay then. Full on Saturday morning cartoon villain obeisance. "Anything else we should know?"

"You don't speak until he addresses you either."

"Okay."

Bounce bounce.

"- is he like, behind a screen or something, or do we have to walk into the room with our eyes closed, or...?"

"He'll come in after you."

"That works." To wherever they are going full speed ahead.

Bounce bounce bounce.

They go up some staircases to a spacious pretty palace room. 

When she has her face on the floor it will be quite hard to tell what expression she has thereupon.

The pharaoh enters, with some attendants. 

"Your grace. It is my pleasure to introduce Fëanáro and Rúmil, of Arda, and Bella Swan, most recently of there also."

"We are very pleased to meet them."

"Fëanáro had  - quite a few questions, actually, I think."