Frag! I shake my head, wipe my face with my hands again. I’m just not down for this drek. Too many possibilities, too many options, too many wheels within fragging wheels for my poor little brain. Simplify things as much as possible. Either the elf biff was telling the truth or she was lying. Binary solution set, as simple as it gets. If she was feeding me a line of drek, she knew how to make it appetizing enough so I’d eat it, which implies a frag of a lot of good intelligence. So I’ll assume she’s on the level until something happens to indicate otherwise, but I won’t put so much trust in that assumption that I’ll take any chances.