"It does with Elves. If you're very in love and do a lot of kissing."

"That sounds kind of dangerous."

"Yeah. We try to be careful with it."

"Should I not have told you to kiss her?"

"No, by then we knew it wouldn't work for us and I wouldn't have done anything risky if I wasn't okay with whatever happened. And nothing'd happen to Odette."

"Bad things shouldn't happen to you," she points out. "How'd you know it wouldn't work?"

"There's apparently a lot of precedent."

"Oh, okay. But you think getting married would do it?"

"I think so. I guess we'll have to see. But not for a long time."

"Yeah," she sighs. "I wanted to come."

"I bet you did. But marriage is a big deal and we're not going to rush into it just because we really like each other."

"I know..." she pouts.

"On the other hand with Milliways' weird time dilation between sections, maybe it'll be a year for us while you're still eating your dinner."

"I don't think we're likely to spend less than a collective dinnertime in the bar area over the course of a subjective year."

"True. Sorry, Edie. I am sure our worlds will cross again someday."

"Maybe I'll get a door to your wedding."

"That'd be thoughtful of the bar. We'll be extra nice to her just in case it helps."

"You should, she's nice."

"I like her. She's saving our world, even if that was unintentional."

"Saving the world is important," she nods.

"And ours happens to be unusually saveable in this way. It's great."

"Between me and Bar I think the lesson to be learned here is: alternate universes are awesome."

"Or maybe it's that instances of you are great."

"Well, that's true, but since Bar is not an instance of me I feel like it's incomplete."

"I wonder if there are instances of me."