Oh, so she has a lifetime experience then. That explains things. R has no idea how long trolls live, but if they can practice and remember they practiced, than...wow! Think of the possibilities. R looks at Nepeta with renewed respect, updating her from experienced to pro in his head.

"Then...you're qual...qualified," R's half-amazed he got a nice, big-kids word out there. Talk about frustrating. "I'll...try those. Thank...you."

He shuffles to his feet, waffles on if he should shake her hand or help her out of the chair because it's polite, and gets stick on which one goes first. Chair. Chair seems good. R staggers over to Nepeta's chair and starts trying to awkwardly help her out.