"What happens if it - does it ever turn out it was a bad idea for people to have gotten married?"

"There was a coerced marriage once. Remember I told you how once a king had someone thrown off the walls of his city? Yeah. For less dramatic things than that, like two people grow in different directions, people often end up living apart after a thousand years of marriage. I think usually you still love them but maybe the way you love your parents."

"...hm."

"Is that very weird?"

"I'm having some trouble envisioning the psychology that, as a society, prefers 'separation with no option to find somebody else' to 'divorce, remarriage'. Maybe it's just the soul bond thing."

"Probably. Also usually past a thousand years of marriage people are less interested in kissing. It's not an age thing, if you don't marry at all until three thousand you still get a thousand years of interest, but typically at some point it does decline."

"Never having met somebody that long-term-married before unless the tentacle alien has a spouse back home I guess I can't say how plausible that sounds."

"It might be different for humans, too. But for Elves that's how it goes."

"Well, in a thousand years there will exist data on whether it's different for humans, I guess."

"I guess so!"

"I'm looking forward to that part."

"Not dying? Yeah, I can imagine."

"Everybody not dying! Enough magic to go around to resurrect people in quantity!"

"And a planet to put them all on!"

"Yep! - I'm not actually sure what the right tradeoff to make between granting more wishes and leaving more puella magi around here versus getting the Enemy handled sooner is. Our population's bigger..."

"Even counting orcs, probably. Are there people being horribly tortured anywhere on Earth? Maybe we could go find the people who are fixing mosquitoes and world hunger and hope they care about it enough to wish it?"

"As far as I know there is not large-scale systematic horrible torture ongoing right now but there's probably somebody. And yeah, since you can teleport I think it's definitely worth at least a day dropping in on some public health charity types."

Bella's mom's house! It looks very human. Humans build odd boxy closed-off buildings.

Yup. Bella lets them in. "Phil?" she calls.

Phil is not home. Bella plops on the couch.

She'll sit down too.

Bella is idle for a moment and then she pulls out her computer and hooks it up to the house's internet and starts looking for public health charity types. Eventually she has some candidates. "Renée'll be working for another few hours, we have time to drop on at least one of these targets before then depending on how incredulous they are."

"Okay! Let's go."

So they go to the CDC and visit Norman Borlaug (Bella hugs him) and drop in on the NIH and by the time they are back at Renée's house expecting her home any minute Bella is grinning ear to ear and has a distinct bounce in her step.

They matter! They matter so much! They can fix so many things!! Bella wished to fix everything and now she's going to be able to!

She's very giggly about it, too!