"- that's a computer," she says, pointing at her mom's laptop on the kitchen counter.

- okay. We don't have those. We didn't have wheels or glass until Bella invented them, and we didn't have writing.

"- I guess that makes sense if you're such a new species."

And if computers are science then Materia wouldn't let someone invent them.

"...okay."

But if you can use them to write you can use them to design spells probably.

Can we go somewhere prettier?

"Prettier?"

Valinor is like so.

"Wow. Uh, I'm not sure where we can go in the middle of the night that's pretty like that, plus people might notice you and get prematurely excited."

Okay. Snuggle.

"Sorry."

It's kind of distracting, everything being ugly. I think it would bother me less if I weren't worried about Bella being maybe dead.

"That's scary, yeah. I'm too young to remember the last war we had but people talk about being worried for their soldier friends like that."

Stupid evil Valar.

Hug.

The people who were born during the war with Melkor are scared of lots of things. My dad is scared of not knowing where I am. He is probably very sad right now.

"That's too bad."

Yeah. But I don't want to live where the Valar are anymore.

"Well. You are welcome here."

I guess here is a good place to be while I teach you magic and figure out what went wrong with my spell to get Bella.

"Cool. My parents will wake up in a couple hours."

If I go flying around will that scare people?

"People here can't fly, so unless you're invisible too, yep. And I'd be worried about you running into a helicopter."

What's that?

"A flying machine that moves by spinning blades really really fast."