"Anyway, welcome to Valinor, it's not usually this exciting, can I get anything for the two of you before I get back to work?"

"What can we do to be helpful?"

"Want to compare notes on our world's weaponry and yours? If you've got better capabilities at something we can use that instead, use the week in the lightleaper to get systems compatibility..."

"Yeah, alright." Edie knows next to nothing about weapons technology but she can apparently conjure objects-including-books from home just fine so this is not much of an obstacle.

And he knows what axes to compare things along.

Their weapons are mostly better but Edie's world's stuff isn't totally useless.

Great! He's going to spend the next couple days mix-and-matching weapon models and getting the usable Earth stuff compatible, sorry for being such a terrible host but the situation's pretty pressing.

Pff, what, no, they're trying to make war on a demon long enough to get the population of a planet evacuated, obviously that's more important than socializing.

"If you happen to think of any ideas do share."

"Weapons really aren't my area of expertise," she shrugs. Well, she has some interest in wars, insofar as they involve atrocities and atrocities should be mourned and felt angry over, but she knows less about the weapons fought in World War II and more about the camps...like...the gas...

...

"Okay so this is really horrible and I feel kinda bad just for suggesting it but do you have chemical weapons right now." There's all kinds of poison gasses--her mind flinches away from the actual stuff they used in the camps but there's nerve gas, mustard gas--probably not a good idea, they're trying to fight a daeva and evacuate a population, but maybe there's some use she's not thinking of...

"...like that it kills everyone without damaging chips. We don't have that. I can think of circumstances where we'd need that. I am glad you mentioned it, even if hopefully it doesn't come up -"

Mustard gas...probably doesn't do that? She's not sure what mustard gas does but it's apparently really nasty. Like in a pain way. "Hopefully. Oh, there's also poison teeth for that--" you put a capsule of poison in a fake tooth and crunch it if you need to die in a hurry for some reason. Oh, speaking of dying without damaging chips--"Do you have any particular traditions for what to do with corpses of resurrected persons?" She remembers sticking Maitimo's mangled body in cold storage in case dumping it in a lake of fire or a black hole would have been disrespectful.

"Should crumble to dust of their own accord pretty fast, outside Valinor. I don't think Maitimo'll care."

"What, really? Crumble to dust?"

"Not what your species does?"

"Well, my body was cremated, but if they're not burned they rot."

"Okay. Uh, you can ask Nelyo if he's gotten sentimental about it but otherwise you can do whatever you want, Also, like, I never got my summoning license and don't really know my shit but you guys can make bodies, right? I expect demons have stronger feelings about disposal than we do."

"Well, no one's ever lived in a--well, no one had ever lived in a body a demon from my Hell made before I brought your brother back, it's not quite the same thing. Also I should probably see if it has any stuff on it he wants salvaged because it had sentimental value that doesn't apply to the replicas on his new body or something."

"He's not the sentimental type, but yeah, fair enough."

"No hurry, the generator in my house'll last for years and I can't retrieve anything without getting dismissed and re-summoned, so."

"Cool. I just brought you back in case you got Maitimo, but d'you'want to help fight Melkor?"

"Yes, definitely." She knows intellectually that the fact that he's a demon doesn't make her any more responsible for failing to have somehow magically already done that than if he were some kind of weird extradimensional only-incidentally-physical energy being or something but it still slots him even farther into the category of her problem than he already was just by dint of existing in a way inimical to the non-daeva around him.

"Good. Got any ideas?"

"A handful of clever ideas for finding catatonic summoners that probably won't work because no one's done them yet, several centuries of periodic testing of how uncomfortable you can make a daeva and how distracting they're likely to find this, having someone invent a lightleaper big enough to engulf a planet with a hair-trigger starter that I can make around the entire planet save Melkor..."

"That's something. I'll run it by the King, he was trying to sort surface takeoff but I don't think he tried that. Wouldn't it take you a really long time to make something that big?"