Hm. Fingolfin noted the flush, and the names that went with it. He could guess, knowing just how close his son was with those two.

"I will have to find them later. Check on them." Because he was still their uncle. And his amusement just grew as Fingon filled a plate of cakes for him, to the point he chuckled fondly and tugged lightly on a lock of hair. "Keep some for yourself and others!"