"On the paper? That is clever," he says before taking the offered camera with a smile.

"If you entrust me with the task, surely."

He notices the weight and the texture. Plastic. As most other modern items.

He also notices the lack of enchantment, at least of a kind discernible to him.

He has up the camera, looks through it - and lowers it again, just slightly, saying, "Perhaps, if you stood in front of the table?"

Composition. It's part of Elven dna to seek out pleasing tableaus.