"And I think you'll trust us eventually once everything goes smoothly and you have more to model us off of."

"I hope so."

"I'll ask about getting someone important here to be reassuring faster than that."

"It's probably not very important in the grand scheme of things."

"That's...hmmm... why it'd be a credible signal?"

Nod.

She tells him the next day that a Prince Nelyafinwë could make a dinner at the end of the week.

He will schedule a dinner for the end of the week, then.

And she will glare at the rest of Yvalta. Is he taking immigrants who make it to his territory successfully?

Yep. He has emergency transfer contracts drawn up with token obligations attached for anyone who gets to a place he can have them signed.

He really is pretty cool.

He arrives on time for dinner. 

Soyok is there, and his wife, and their daughter, and her husband, and their sons, and the one son's wife. (Soyok's other child married out.)

"Thank you so much for organizing this," he says once all of these people have been introduced. "I am the director of immigration and foreign affairs for my nation of Ambaróna, and my alt is the director of Vanda Nossëo; I know them to be delighted you are moving forward with membership."

Soyok's daughter grinds her teeth.

"Thank you," murmurs Soyok.

"We almost voted against, back when it came up for us. People felt like too many things were changing too quickly."

"Aren't you the flagship member?" asks one of the grandsons.

"There's an as-yet-unexplained phenomenon whereby different universes sometimes contain the same worlds - at different stages in their history, or sometimes with minor variants. We haven't found any other Amentas yet, but it would not be surprising if they existed, and if they did they might well have all of you living there. A world much like mine, with my family ruling it, was the flagship member, but my native world made contact with them later."

"If they were just like you..."

"Well, you know, founding Vanda Nossëo is more appealing than joining it. - and more importantly we'd just come out of a particularly awful war, some people wanted a few centuries of peace and quiet before we took on lots of new obligations."

"If you find other Amentas what are you going to do with them?" wonders Soyok's daughter, cutting her lamb into tiny bites.

"Well now we have lots of Amentans on the civil service track, they'll almost certainly be the best equipped to handle it."

"You do?" asks the other grandson.

"Yes! We put out job listings - sorted them all by caste, with the help of some local consultants, though it's legal for people to take out-of-caste work - and got lots of interested applicants. The language fluency is a pretty significant job perk, I think that contributed, and lots of people want magic, and then for any given planet there are always lots of people who want to be involved in policy and oversight, making sure their concerns get adequately represented."

"You have such a participatory government," says Soyok's wife.