"You might have to explain 'trouble'," Cam tells Jellybean. "That sounds either useful or anti-useful depending."
"Yeah, I don't mean what do you do with the trouble, I mean, what constitutes trouble here?"
Cam is somewhat curious about the contents of the unnecessarily shocking parts!
"Maybe start with one juicy detail and I'll see if I prefer to hear its relatives too."
"I will pass on further of same," Cam says after listening quite levelly to this story.
"It's not my business, but I'm sort of curious about how many stress-related diseases I'd be dying of if it were."
"Hmm," Grace says.
"What?" Cam asks her. "I hope you're not about to contradict me about the tentacled aliens, I'd have to believe it if it came from you."
"No, I think you're right about that. I might be more able to figure out what you're going to be when you grow up than you are, though," Grace offers.
"...Later. Privately," Cam says.
"I'm sure," snorts Cam. "I think I want to cast that snug ward today - Matilda, do you think I know everything I need to to get it right the first time or were there details omitted or possible customizations I should think about? Is it going to knock me out such that I should wait till bedtime?"
"My name name, or the nine-paragraph monstrosity that the worksheet thing spat out? Is there a way to trim those and have them work? I don't really feel like my favorite ice cream flavor is key to my identity."