"...No, it's not a template thing, it's a metacausality thing that isn't a template thing," says Glass. "It looks - ugh, this power - it looks like she retroactively didn't kill you."

"...What kind of sense is that supposed to make?"

"I don't know!" exclaims Glass. "My aura didn't come with an instruction manual, I just say things."

"...Well, I'm alive," says Tab. "And well. And I had to fake my death, but that's not unprecedented." She waves at Shell Bell and Golden.

"I was thinking of putting Toronto on Venus," says Tab. "And then they could just quietly emigrate."

"Putting Toronto on Venus would be a lot easier with Jane, but you should be able to do it with a hex for the city - maybe a star - on top of terraforming the planet, and the population will probably go with an arrow, and the admin solved the duping problem. I can spot you the coins, but you'll want your own mint. Maybe we can finagle Ghosty for you if Corona never wants to come back."

"We'll stop by Origin and you can talk to Stella about managing ingots. They're not as scaled-up and splashy as Gifted, but they do invariably 'win' versus coined stuff."

"Sure. Delphi sleeps forever, I crib Stella's notes," says Tab agreeably.

"Chelsa also sleeps forever, when she sleeps, even if you opt to let that be in a century," says Golden, "we have a do-not-wake order on that template, among others."

Shell Bell shivers slightly.

"...One of you is managing a world full of people with Gift-like powers?" says Aelise.

"Two of us, but on my world coined wishes can interfere with and modify witchcraft - although not with perfect reliability. On Eos with ingot powers, that's simply impossible - coins are native to there and they always lose the contest. Stella's experience will probably be more relevant to Gift than mine in this respect."

"Interesting," says Aelise. "I think I'd like to see Stella's notes."

"I have a perfect memory now," chirps Tab. "I can report back."

"Stella's also got a Libby - the eponymous - and it briefly looked like they were going to be nemeses," volunteers Juliet. "Instead, Elspeth sold Libby on Bells-as-benevolent-dictators and they started the trend of Libbies as Bell personnel officers."

"I think that's a pretty sensible trend," says Aelise.

"It's working out reasonably well for me," says Lizzie.

"Lizzie," says Golden, gesturing, "is my mother in law, in case that wasn't clear via any form of telepathy."

"I hadn't actually caught that part, no. Congratulations."

"And Elspeth's my daughter; I don't think that came up either."

"I'm the only one who's older than my Libby. She succeeded me at a mystical destiny sort of thing after I got assassinated; I showed up to warn her."

"I did actually know that Elspeth was your daughter," says Aelise to Golden. "Harley mentioned her to Tab once."

"Hey, Glass, why is it always daughters? And for that matter, albeit on two data points, sisters?"