'Huh,' you say.
'The Princess looks puzzled. 'What do you mean? Can I bake bread and rolls? Why do you ask?'
'Everything changes. Instead of being ready to fight for our lives, we're talking about baking bread and rolls. I mean: baking stuff! Now really! How about that, all you boys and girls sitting here round and about? How about that, all you Moms and Dads and Grandparents sitting alongside your children?
'Well, we are really astonished, and although we're relieved, we're still very suspicious. We keep our clubs ready.
'The Princess looks at me. I look at her. She looks at you. You look at her. You and I look at each other.
'The Princess's face breaks into a gentle smile as she says to us, 'I think these Elves will not hurt us. I'll speak with this little old man and try get his help.'
'We lower our clubs, but hold on to them, just in case we do need to defend ourselves.
''Yes, I can bake bread and rolls,' the Princess says, turning back to the little old man.
'Whispering sounds chase each other among the Elves crowding close.
'She says she can bake bread.'