This isn't the back.
But that -
No, he's too tall to be Mial, if this is a Mial prank it's a stupidly elaborate one.
"Okay, I give up," she says, "what the hell?"
Perfectly, says Bar, at least if Koridaar is representative.
"She says yes. I can administer it if you like. It's too high-volume for a hypospray so it will hurt a little."
"This will take a while to do anything much. The first two doses were used on Miles and his five-year-old alt with the same bone condition and they made slow steady progress over several hours."
"Noted. I'm sure I can find some way to pass the time. Reading your runecasting textbooks, maybe."
"I think I heard the phrase 'translation spell', so you'll probably still be able to figure them out after you've got them home. I wonder if you'd find pens useful without a background in computers or an infrastructure designed for them. Probably not very, but maybe enough to be worthwhile."
"Holo pens." Linya pulls hers off her necklace and draws a line. "They'll store any sort of thing that can be considered information - text, images, holos, sound, etcetera - though you need another bit of equipment to get sound out again. The tutorial is designed for people who've seen comconsoles before, though, the version for the uninitiated isn't done yet."
"They do what pens do, but you can't pick them up to draw with or carry them around, and they don't need a peripheral to produce sound. Oh, and all these devices network with each other - I can send a message from my pen to Miles's without having to be nearby."
"I want one. I want dozens. I want to manufacture them on Elcenia," says Mial. "Pens more than comconsoles but I don't see why I should limit myself."
"Well, I've already given away the blueprints once - but I'm not sure you have the technological infrastructure to read them usefully. Maybe you can skip a lot of steps with magic or something."
"Is that what that mood looks like from the outside?" murmurs Miles.
"Occasionally even more so," murmurs Linya. "Well, they come in various colors and styles, have a catalog, you can bring home a box of them if you like." She tosses Mial a catalog.
This cracks Stalas and Miles up completely.
"It's in character for Mial," says Aurin. "Dare I ask?"
"Well, now that you've implied you've considered asking you'll probably get at least an example," says Ivan.
"I mean, are you thinking more of the 'drive an antique tank, dig an escape tunnel' genre of Milescapade or the 'avert a civil war, liberate a POW camp' type?" wonders Miles. "I'm sensing more of the latter."
"I was eighty-one and impatient and disguised myself long enough to come second in the tryout race for a league that didn't technically have an equivalency restriction," says Mial.
"Now that is an escape tunnel," says Miles. "With just a hint of Dendarii."
"I am intrigued by this classification scheme and doubly intrigued by how I almost understand parts of it even though I don't know any of the incidents you're referring to," says Mial.