"Well..."

It took Merry a couple more moments before coming up with words following that brilliant opening. "I suppose the lasses are just like us, you know? Just... giggly. And with a penchant for ribbons and lace." He took a sip of ale and added, "And some of them really dislike ale, for some unfathomable reason."

...all right, so maybe they weren't like them at all. "But... suppose you want to talk to one. Why would you, anyway? What do you hope to accomplish by talking to them?"