Since you bring it up, I'm sure you don't need reminding that I lack the lifespan to clean up all but the most minor of Galadriel's messes. She's your cousin.

[Verbal sparring with Thranduil is fun; even at his nastiest, it's still a recognition of familiarity-- a subtle distinction between annoyance and friendship, that he thinks Thranduil would appreciate. Most people only get to see a thick coating of ice and steel, as far as Obi-Wan can see.]

I'm only going along with this because I'm stuck here, just so you know, and as a favor to you, personally. It is completely ridiculous, and I've attended much more illustrious gatherings in proper Jedi attire.

And I reserve the right to veto any of it.