"Might be slowing you down if they won't."

"Well, if you want to figure out how to fix that, feel free."

"I might, but, uh, having debt involve catastrophic outcomes probably limits how healthy a financial system you can have."

Sigh.

"I'm a little reluctant to come up with alternative sources."

"...?"

"If you ended debt-based slavery there are presumably other places you could obtain a slave class so most people wouldn't need to expect that you might abduct them suddenly," she says. "But I wouldn't like to be in a position of having to suggest other ways to add to the slave population."

"Mm. Yeah."

"Tea?"

"Sure. Thanks."

She pours tea.

He drinks it. It's good tea.

She wouldn't have inferior tea!

Well. Of course not.

"Thank you for coming."

"It was nice. Thanks for inviting me."

"You're welcome!"

"That my cue to go home?"

"Well, you can stay if you can think of a conversation topic but I've run out."

He laughs. "All right. See you around."

And he steps through a portal that's gone by the time he's through it.

She sings and flies around and reads and if she doesn't see him before then she will invite him over again in a week.

Then he will come visit her again in a week! He looks a little distracted, but he's happy to see her.

"Hello! Something on your mind?"

"Mm? I dunno. How was your week?"

"Pretty good. I did a local song and everyone thought that was funny."