[ Curufin chuckles as Maglor fixes his collar for him, as he did when Curufin was a child who was so eager to get into action that he barely buttoned his shirt in the morning before trying to fling himself out the front door. ]

Perhaps not. Still, it is an honor for us, to have the great Bard of Valinor and Beleriand come to pick fruit for us! [ He's teasing, of course, but the admiration is genuine and always has been. ]