Glass hands them over. She enumerates where all the lenses' magic came from: "Witch spell with-cat, witch spell without-cat, got that out of a wizard staff, this one too, this I got a wizard to cast for me, we've got some reformists in the woods, Tony helped me with this dwarf spell, this was the first royal magic I ever got to work for me after I married Tony and the forest double-counted me, this is a dragon spell, that's a different one, this is elf magic..."

"Goodness," says Lazarus. "That's a lot of magic."

"You can see why I couldn't pick just one," laughs Glass. "And that's a sorceress bit, and this is a unicorn spell, and this is an adaptation of a fire-witch property, and I have some spare lenses that aren't as useful in my sleeves for specialized applications."

"I wonder if I could design you a lens that does something similar to my power," he says. "I'm not sure how useful it would be. My power is very me-ish."

"I'd have a look, but I'd have to wish my eyes better and I wouldn't learn much," laughs Glass. "Rose thinks I might get something about all the myriad kinds of local magic when I get an aura. Apparently a lot of us did."

"Do you want a my-power-ish lens, for all the good it may or may not do you?"

"I'd like one, yeah!"

Lazarus thinks carefully, and then makes a wish. Glass's specs acquire a new set of lenses.

Glass carefully flips all her existing lenses out of the way, and the new ones into place, and sets the specs on her face.

"Oooh," breathes Glass. "It'll take me a long time to learn to interpret all this, but it's sure pretty."

"It is! It is very pretty," Lazarus agrees.

"You automatically read the content of this sort of thing?" Glass asks, turning slowly on the spot to get a look at everything.

"Yes? Sort of. It's a bit - translated," he says. "The original version is much easier for me to figure out, but not completely automatic."

Glass peers closely at his ingot power. "Thank you very much! I hate it when I can't look at magical things - once I ruined a whole set of lenses when I panicked and put them on in the Cave of Unpleasant Surprises and I had to make new ones. I'd probably have kept trying to squint very carefully at all the overbright magic till I'd had to wish myself unblind at least five times without this lens set."

Glass inspects Kanim next. "I think thaaaat's the witchwell, thaaaaat's sorcery..." She looks at her marble. "Wow, I have so much to do."

"I think that's a Bell catchphrase by now," says Lazarus.

"Is it? Well, of course it is," laughs Glass. "This is the best, best day." She turns to Kanim. "Say, have you seen Tony? Ours. Iron."

"She's with her alts," says Kanim delicately, smiling faintly. "Introducing herself."

"Aha," says Lazarus.

"Having fun, I hope."

"Oh yes. Last I checked. You know me, I'm no fun, I found it necessary to escape before I got a lethal dosage."

"I'm surprised you haven't hit on any of my alts, Kanim, I'm the only gay one."