"Okay. Did you see much of the island while I was gone? Do you like it?"

"I saw some," he says. "It's a nice island."

"My grandpa Carlisle bought it for my grandma Esme a long time ago." She snaps her fingers. "I said I'd get you a computer." And she conjures up a tablet laptop for him and bounces an overview of how to work it in simple enough terms for a twelve-year-old from the nineteen-eighties. "The hookups to the internet from Origin will roll out in a week, and Gift will take a little longer, and once the kinks have been ironed out we're going to add Atlantis too."

It's a nice computer, fast and sleek and with standard software already installed. And it has Internet, albeit only the Aurum internet as of this day.

Felicity is entranced.

"If you have any questions I'll answer them," Elspeth says, and she makes sure there is a fountain for the poof and then conjures herself a bottle of bubbly. "Jake will be here to introduce himself around dinnertime."

"Okay," he says absently.

Elspeth finishes her bubbly, makes a couple of teleporting trips between the Québec house and the island for personal effects, arranges them where they belong, and then sits on the other sofa with her own computer.

Felicity messes around on his computer and snuggles his poof. It's pretty obvious when he discovers the games, because they make sounds.

Felicity... observes this interaction.

Felicity has no comment on any of this, apparently.

"Sure," says Felicity.

"Fig slices? You know what, go for fig slices," says Felicity.

"All right, one with fig slices, coming right up." Jacob conjures two pizzas, on platters rather than in cardboard boxes; his is covered in assorted forms of meat and cut into very wide slices, Felicity's is dotted with sliced figs and has more standard cuts. Jacob proceeds to sit in front of and eat his pizza. He gives Elspeth a bite when she leans over his shoulder.

Felicity eats his pizza and snuggles his poof.

Elspeth is satisfied with one bite of pizza, but she sits next to her wolf and continues computing.

Most of Felicity's pizza goes by before he slows down. (He manages not to smudge the computer any more than slightly.)

When he does slow down, Elspeth takes five triangles out of her coin sorter. Two of them are the same color as her hair, one of them is Harley's white-and-streaked-with-color, and two are a warm, chocolate brown sort of like the weird magnet-clasped uniform Jacob's wearing. "Here are some little wishcoins. They'll make little wishes - they'll clean off your computer screen or braid your hair or flick a lightswitch from across the room, that sort of thing."

"Cool," says Felicity, inspecting them.

"If you run out, let me know."