"Shiny," Bob opines.

Blink. "So they're... tracking you down through the favor they owe you, so they can kill you?"

"Gold star!" Harry places the token gently into the model train car. "And I don't think they even get the irony. Faeries are weird."

After a bit of tinkering, a track is set up that will take the train in a long, looping circuit. Harry spaces the coins at the cardinal points of a circle around the track.

"And when I cast this spell, the favor will, from Summer's perspective, be taking a sightseeing tour through your home universe. Which they have no idea how to get to, or even where it is. I predict some very frustrated billy-goats."

Veron snorts, amused.

"Clever. You realize one of their sightseeing locations is a literal level of Hell, right. The very, very cold one. So if they do figure out how to get to other planes, they have a one in four chance of having a bad time. ... Maybe three in four, the Underdark and Plane of Shadow aren't always very nice."

"What, the Underdark and the Plane of Shadow aren't fun for the whole family? Say it ain't so."

"I'm sorry to break your heart, mate. Hope you don't have to cancel any planned vacations."

Bob's left eyeflame leaks a single spark of a tear, juxtaposing oddly with his skeletal grin.

"Hopefully it's a moot point anyway; I think breaking through the walls between worlds is a little past the Gruffs' capabilities. They haven't seemed that smart so far."

"Eh. Best to be careful, I think. Actually, speaking of." He retrieves the Bag of Holding and comes up with another gold coin. "If you have not started the magic yet, I'm gonna switch out one of the coins, so it can be four for four on awful places to land. I know exactly where this one was minted."

"Ominous. I like it." He flips the Toril coin bagwards and replaces it in the diagram with the new one. "Alright. This part's gonna be kind of boring."

He closes his eyes and begins chanting in an unfamiliar language. The train starts rolling along the track, and the coins hover a few inches into the air. The air fills with a faint bluish glow.

This continues for a couple of minutes. It is, in fact, kind of boring after a while.

... Yep. Kinda boring after a while.

Veron decides to do something productive, and flips the Toril coin a couple of times to see if it lands heads or tails. It lands heads five times in a row. Yep, Tymora can in fact reach here, neat. He quietly offers her a mental thank you, then flips the coin into the air and pushes it into the Plane of Shadow. He has no idea if this will actually get the coin to where he would like it to go, it's more luck than anything else. That's kind of the point. Maybe the coin will be shuffled through the ever shifting Plane of Shadow and find its way to Tymora. Maybe it won't. Either way, with the Plane of Shadow meddling, it'll wind up somewhere it belongs. It's kind of hard to tell without talking to (or being) a cleric, but he's pretty sure Lady Luck appreciates that kind of thing.

This completed, he waits patiently.

Meanwhile:

"...I'm not generally... like this," David says after a while. "Emotional. It's rarely a good idea."

"It's not a bad idea to be emotional here. You've seen me. You know it's not." Little dragon nuzzle. "And I think it's good to not bottle everything up."

"Maybe when there's someone around to snuggle with," he says bitterly. "I'm kind of used to being alone. The only person I could touch besides Harry was a figment of his imagination, and then she died. Emotions get in the way."

"Well, I am not a figment of Harry's imagination, and I am also snuggling you. It sounds like you've been through a lot, that'd make anyone emotional." Snuggle, snuggle.

"I don't want to- develop habits. That would be inconvenient when you go off to your own world. I already did that once, with Lash - the friend. Who died."

"I understand not wanting to become co-dependent or whatever, but I don't think your choices are 'rely exclusively on me for your mental health' or 'be alone forever'? I know at least one person that can do planar transportation. Even without me and Veron, you don't have to not be touched. The multiverse is a big place, there's lots of stuff in it, and I bet some of it can solve your problem. And, um."

She considers how to word this delicately, decides that her other half's the eloquent one and he's kind of shit at it too, and goes with: "We don't have a home. Returning to our own world is like... yeah, it'd be nice to visit, but I don't know if it'll fit us anymore. We have been away for years, and the first time we tried to go back we got roped into an adventure that involved us going to Hell. I don't think there's a, 'We go home and open a bar in Hilltop and live out our days in domestic bliss' ending for us anymore. We're too big now. So. That's not a 'when.' Or, not in a permanent living situation sense, anyway."

David chuffs thoughtfully.

"You weren't kidding, about the lost person thing."

"We really weren't! It's kind of tragic!"

"Well. For what it's worth, I'm glad you're here."

"Thanks! I'm glad we're here too. I get to snuggle you, I am flying around and talking and stuff, and honestly this latest adventure has been kind of fun so far. No 'Hey go wander into the deadly murder maze' or 'Hey your teacher is dying go find a thing so you don't disappoint him' or 'Hey here's a geas you can't get out of, have fun with that,' or anything. It's nice to be able to just leave! We're not gonna, but a lot of our adventures were not, strictly speaking, optional."

"The feeling is not unfamiliar," David says drily.

"Yeah. We get that impression." She nestles slightly further into fluff. There is a lot of fluff, and she is such a small dragon. "I just thought you'd appreciate if I stepped away from talking about you for a bit, you know?"

"It's appreciated," he reassures her. A paw comes up to pat her between the wings. "Don't worry, I appreciate what you're going for. Also, the snuggles."

"Oh, good. The snuggles are nice for me too. And the uh, the empathy. That is also nice."