"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!"

"I wanted to talk to you about Iobel's cat!"

"Qua her cat, or...?"

"Qua her cat's concern that - well, actually, I am not entirely clear on what the cat's concern was - it found the way Mitros courted Iobel objectionable, yes?"

"He didn't tell her he was gay till after he'd kissed her, is my understanding."

"...that seems like a much easier mistake to avoid making than I was expecting. 

I like you. I am continually impressed by your compassion and your sense and your ambitions and it was a delight to watch you grow, in Valinor, and it has been even more of a delight to watch you here where there are no bounds on how much of a splash you can make. You are the most resourceful person I have ever met and it is a joy to be a part of your life. This does not in any respect need to involve kissing but if there was a lack of clarity about whether I want to -"

"There was no inkling that you might want to!"

"Well, to be fair, likewise!"

"...okay, that is in fact fair."

Air swoop. "Are you interested in kissing me?"

"I'd mostly been deliberately not cultivating an interest because I'd been really unclear on whether it would be a productive interest to have - I've never quite been able to pin down certain things about how my species is interacting with relevant features - um, but there has been some deliberateness to the non-cultivation of the interest?"

He giggles. "You mean my species' relevant feature of throwing a tantrum at things that aren't artwork? You are exceptionally pretty, Bella, but in fact when I realized I had feelings for you I was blind."

"You knew what I looked like! Or at least what my chin looked like. But even more than the I don't look like an Elf thing is the I didn't grow like an Elf thing, I started assuming pretty early on that everybody around me would consider it deeply weird to think of me as an adult in quite that way even if everyone was very gracious about assuming I had an adult level of impulse control and so on."

"I would have felt odd about pursuing a romantic relationship your first Year in Valinor but less because you didn't grow like an Elf, more because there was a sense in which you hadn't gotten the chance to start growing until you were out of Materia. I would very much not want to kiss you while you still believed it dangerous to set your sights exactly as high as you pleased."