+I don't suppose you have a list of the bits of you that are stable. I could produce a list of those things about me, probably in order, too, but I'm weird.+
+Not really,+ he says. +I just know 'em when I see 'em. Not wanting to blow up any planets is pretty damn stable; it'd have to change for some kind of reason, and I can't imagine one at all.+
+Anything I might find an unpleasant surprise that's somewhere between that and turning into tarot cards?+
+It means I can't think of any but that might just be because I don't have a good idea of what you'd find an unpleasant surprise.+
+Mm. Well, I guess I'll let you know if we run into any and you can calibrate.+ She hmmms. +Anything else I could be doing to be more - hospitable?+
+I don't really know,+ he says. +I'll let you know if we run into any, how 'bout that?+
+Sure.+ She repositions on the couch, grabs her notebook. +What spells have you got already installed that you don't mind telling me about?+
+Well, there's Area Search, Shield, Fuck You, the planet-buster, the dimensional transfers and teleports... those are all the ones I've told you about, right?+
+Well, I have a bunch more damage-dealing spells, but it didn't really seem like combat was your thing, so...+
+Not really, no, although I suppose I could see it happening if some magic people showed up and were inclined to be obnoxious on my planet.+
+Well, if you wanna get good at combat, we can go transfer to a deserted planet with the right kind of atmosphere and throw some big damage around,+ he offers. +That'd be fun.+
+That'd be neat, you can look around when us biologicals are sleeping maybe.+
+Which won't be that long,+ Bella says, noting Lexi yawning out of the corner of her eye. +Haven't you got stuff besides search and transport that's good out of combat?+