"Oh, yeah, I'm nearly done fiddling with rocks..." she conjures a few more pebbles. "The two not on Venus are at," and she names two sets of latitudinal and longitudinal coordinates and depth below sea level.

"...okay in that case do go get everybody and maybe you should just get the Silmarils, Dad was pretty sure he could kill a Vala with them and ten of Dad definitely could."

"Retrieving things at that depth'd be easier for an angel than us, might be a good time to get your sister, Edie."

"Does summoning work in this world because if so we can dismiss and resummon Emily instead of starting time in my world."

"Couldn't tell you..."

"Yeah, okay. Tyelcormo, who's around the door, how much are they going to stare if I go through -"

"Uh, what if dismissing her restarts time on the other side of our door?"

"Staff and visitors and a lot, you are dressed like you just waltzed out of a fantasy novel and kind of a noticeable person anyway, Cam or Idaia-Edie'd attract a lot less attention except for the fucking wings - uh, someone could dress as a construction worker or something and then we can wedge the door open and pretend to hammer things and put up signs that are like 'we apologize for the dust! we are renovating so the next generation can enjoy Zion!'"

"...would it do that? Bar, do you know if it'd do that?"

I'm afraid I don't know.

"Okay. We'll open the door and grab the blessing specialists while we're at it."

"You guys make no sense."

"You haven't even heard the half of it."

"Is there anyone else we might want besides finally-my-sister and the specialists?"

"Don't think so. I drew up a list for when we were ready."

"Okay. You should probably yell for everyone except Emily."

"Yes, I'm ready to do so."

She opens the door and calls for her sister.

And he broadcasts to the relevant thirty people that he needs them at this door more urgently than he has ever given an order, more urgently than there's a priority level for, and in an agonizing minute forty-nine seconds they're all through the door. 

Can I have another drink? he mutters at the bar.

Would you like to open a tab?

"I'll cover comestibles for him," Cam tells Bar.

Very well. Requests, or would you like my recommendation?

Something, like, alcoholic enough I can pretty much be numb through all this - stuff - but not enough I'll embarrass myself?

And Bar produces a glass of something caramely and boozy.