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"Huh, I guess it might, my plane would use preservation-oriented magic rather than cold directly for seafood but I guess fish does start to stink faster in hot weather... if you are not in Valinor where things don't do that..."

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"Things don't start to stink, but there's nothing comparable to fresh-caught fish."

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"I did notice that it was really yummy on Tol Eressëa."

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"You could also use ice spells for sculpture, I bet."

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"Yeah! Ice sculptures are a thing! And people who don't need magic boots to walk can ice skate."

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"That'll be my next project, then," he says, smiling. "Ice."

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"Sounds great."

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"I think I'll go let Finwë and Miriel know."

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"I bet they're pleased."

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"You've done so much for that family, I bet they think you're magic or something," he says. And smiles. And leaves.

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She giggles and picks up her crystal-balls-and-messages notes. They'll be working on a lot of the same principles so it makes sense to do some of the groundwork concurrently. Where's Fëanáro, does he want to share the necklace?

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Mechanical-looming today, apparently, and happily enough.

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Okay. She works at home for the rest of the day and drops the necklace off when it's bedtime.

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He thanks her and hugs her and seems generally pretty happy.

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Good!

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"Was it something about me that you made my mother forget? Something I did to her?"

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"I am not allowed to talk about patients' private information. You know that."

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"But I am. And she's not like this around anyone else - she's fast, actually, she has good ideas and she works all the time and she does magic I can't even imitate. She's only like that around me. And she got sick when I was born. It's me, somehow."

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"I probably shouldn't even risk making facial expressions while you speculate," Bella says, "for all that according to Rúmil you can only see my chin. I'm going to bed. See you in the morning."

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"What happens to an oath if you don't remember it?"

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"Good night, Fëanáro." She heads for her house.

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He stands there, spinning the necklace in his hands.

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She goes home. She shakes a little unbraiding her hair for bed. But she manages to get to sleep.

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In the morning Miriel is at her door.

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Oh dear.

...Bella answers the door.
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