So, you’re an elf.
Nice green hat.
Best red pants I’ve ever seen.
Are those pointy shoes comfortable?
Would you rather change them?
(Is it just me, or is this conversation flagging a bit?)
So, Owen, why are you an elf today?
Not Owen. Olaf.
Ah. Olaf the Elf, yes?
Okaaaay. what do elves do, on a fine day like today?
Oh really? Why icecream?
It’s for magic.
Well, I can see how that’s handy. What sort of magic?
We make things disappear.
Like what, Olaf the Elf?