"...Well, I mean, food..."

"We have the ability to vat-grow arbitrary amounts of meat given sufficient energy, courtesy an unusually public-minded supervillain who wanted his dictatorial micronation allied with the States. We've got adamantium, which is a material that's the next thing to literally unbreakable, and I specifically can make it in quantities far outstripping any industrial source. We have superscientific fabrics, construction materials, and energy sources. Any of those sound saleable?"

"Yes. All of them sound saleable. It's just not something I can send home and delegate entirely to my sister. She could find instructions on how to sell, I don't know, zinc, on the internet, probably, if I prodded her enough; she can't do that with things that have no existing market. That makes it a longer-term problem, and my immediate family is not completely insulated from Yellowstone. I was doing the grocery shopping in foreign countries before I got summoned. This is more important, but I'd like to be able to mitigate the inconvenience as soon as I can. She can probably get help from the Junebugs, but they might want a cut of their own or try to take the entire thing out of my hands - I mean, if the Junebugs make a ton of revenue they'll probably use it to give people including me large cash awards for our services during the disaster, the Junebugs aren't out to turn a profit, but it means I can't direct it as precisely."

"If you can get me a list I can make my sister look 'em up. I'm still also interested in all the other ideas, of course." She has written them down in between bites of pie.

"Descending quantity: lead, tin, iron, copper zinc, aluminum, iridium, and osmium. 'Cept we need the osmium, it's useful. And expensive."

Scribble scribble. "Can I just walk off with the non-osmium or is there a price tag?"

"The price is that you take this shit off our hands. Please, oh please."

"Great. And I don't have a clear picture - the price sheet for interdimensional transit, does that scale with mass or volume or sentient creatures involved or nothing?"

"Nah, it's like one extra sigil per ten tons. Sentients is a bit moreso, but it's like a few hundred bucks a head. Most of the whole thing is just getting over the interdimensional energy barrier and making sure you aren't devoured by planar boll weevils or something. Not a thing, for reference, just unprotected planar travel is fucked-up dangerous."

Scribble scribble. "Okay. So anything I can unload for more than the cost of the spell as I've heard quoted is a good deal, and inbound silver definitely adds up fast enough if a troy ounce is remotely like a regular ounce."

"They're almost but not quite identical. It's quite irritating. But good, in this case."

"Excellent. My sister is certainly asleep but I will have her on the job in the morning. She will be annoyed until I tell her how much of this she can expect to keep as spending money."

"The love of money is the root of all sisterly manipulation," Sally opines.

"I could motivate her some other way, but this will be easier."

"Oh, I'm not judging. Believe me, when something needs doing, there's nothing like a bit of bribery to move things along. On a familial or national level."

"I'm so glad you understand."

Bella's dessert is gone. "I'm exhausted, but I should probably try to stay awake until at least nineish local, adjust a bit."

"I should really be getting back to the forge."

Ariel mimics Sally's voice to a certain degree of success. "My name is Sally Martin, and I have a smithing problem." "Hi, Sally."

"My name is Ariel Kaltmann, and I have an enormous crush on every man, woman, and assorted being I meet," responds Sally in a much better impersonation.

"Sally, your assumption that I won't kill you because I saved your life that one time should be immediately reevaluated."

She sticks out her tongue.

Bella raises an eyebrow.