"Yeah, yeah, okay. Two months from now, give me time to write something?"

"Sound good to you, Lúthien?"

"Yes!"

"Great, I'll try to avoid starting any really intense three month long projects."

"Bet we can find and fix a world in less than three months, if it's another one of the low-tech meh-magic ones like most of Edda's neighbors..."

"Well, we'd have to do it in less than two. Or at least get it stable enough for you to take a few days to do other things in that time. We can delay actually scheduling the concert just in case?"

"Sounds good!"

"Lovely." And Gem kisses her wife on the cheek.

"I'll keep in touch!"

And he sees Gem and Joy and waves at them. "Hey! Question - if I get a hundred people to wish-on new abilities for me, does that work as long as the wishes are all individually within tolerances, or could it be a problem?"

"I would not expect it to break the wish-granter. I can't necessarily vouch for how you'll be holding up after all that. And that's a lot of wishes to spend on the project, what do you have in mind?"

"Nothing in particular, but I have half a million subjects, some small fraction of whom have no desire to have magic powers or be a magic rock or be a resource in an emergency but who are happy to wish on powers for other people, and I haven't considered towards what ends this is best used because I wasn't sure if it was safe to try in the first place."

"Well, with the caveat that if the wish is just to add powers for kicks it does not get a high priority slot, trying's not out of the question."

"First try is wish-combinations that give a person immunity to mind-affecting magic, with powers for kicks being the backup if we can't get that one through. Everything else can wait and be a low priority."

"Yeah - I'd especially be interested in being able to batch that, do a large-scale solution - might get one of my alts to use their wish on that one, we could work up a solid five or six on it, I think -"

"I bet Kib could easily hit six."

"Yeah, probably. Not sure how being a magic rock might interrupt the reincarnation thing that he may or may not still have as emergency backup."

"Couldn't he make the wish and not turn into a magic rock?"

"Yeah, he could, but then he never gets to be a magic rock, and it is kinda nice? Maybe not a great idea for him in particular what with the mood maintenance requirements."

"I have to admit to not seeing particular benefits of magic-rock-hood that you couldn't eventually chart on Hex or have wished on for you individually - and, like, it might interfere with daevafying, and everyone should daevafy if it turns out to work for people from non-adjacent worlds."

"What I like about it is mostly that it's so versatile - I can't do enormous things outside my efficiency specialization, but I can do nearly any small thing, including things that are great to have but wouldn't be worth pursuing a generalized magical power for one at a time. But the more I think about it the emotional maintenance is probably a big deal Kib should just avoid."

"Probably. Anyway, I'll add our experiments to the not-a-priority list. Thanks."

"No problem."

And then there is so much to do! Importing more people, blueprinting whole cities to be made, screening and meeting and reassuring people and explaining to them the laws. Compass comes over and stays long enough they will have to repay him in a lot of history lessons eventually, because it turns out people natively familiar with computers and modern technology are in short supply and badly needed. They begin to evacuate Nolordel.

Fëanáro hops over to Revelation without telling anyone so he can summon daeva. Fëanáro finds out about the daeva language thing and is all the more obsessed with becoming one somehow. 

Fëanáro comes back to Warp to find his alt-family staring at him with tears in their eyes. He grudgingly assents to hugs and tells them that this is a science world and he's definitely not going to get himself killed, unless it's to become a demon, and when this provokes horror he clarifies, and then he pronounces his half-family 'excellent but I'm still really glad my mom is alive and happy and things' and starts showing them how to do science to wizardry. 

It is several months before they have anything resembling a breather. But when they do, Rúmil says, "Bella! Would you care to go out flying with me?"

"Sure!"