[ OOC: Maybe it means "my childish adult son"? XD ]

[ Curufin hears the knock, puts the comb down on his bunk, and pulls the door open. He smiles brightly at his mother, and a few uncombed locks of his hair straggle down his shoulders. ]

Me, cause trouble for my roommates? [ He points at his chest in a who, me? gesture. ] No, unless you count my falling out of my bunk with a great racket, before that other mission when I woke from a prophetic dream. This time, the dream didn't startle me so much.

How are you doing, Mother?