(raindrops keep fallin' on my head, they keep fallin' on my...)
"What should ye do? Well, but there's not much to do, ye're so young. Let's see now..."
So armored fist met bearded chin, and grandfatherly thoughts began to rumble. 'Twas boldness she needed, and boldness she'd attain, and surely she might like to hear it, but even more 'n that, there comes a special satisfaction to bein', well, doted after, and so forth.
Triton clapped hand on knee (sound not-quite satisfying).
"Smile. Be beautiful. Be brilliant. Just remember to be good. That help?"
Fiona would realize later just how much it didn't, just as she'd re-realize how much it did.