So when she finds it in the cafeteria instead of finding the cafeteria, she and Jake go in, and Jake orders himself nine inches square of deep-dish lasagna and Elspeth has a bubbly and asks Bar to recommend her a book. They sit in a booth and watch the stars explode.
He tilts his head consideringly. "I could... no, you can't trust that.
"... Can you say to Jake that I am not any more dangerous to you or your home when I am in it than I am here? I realize that is not the most reassuring of truths, but at any rate you would lose nothing by letting me try to help."
"I don't think you're accounting for Milliways security in asserting that," remarks Elspeth. "And... describe scrying?"
"Scrying is fundamentally acquiring answers to arbitrary questions. I am starting to suspect that the easiest way for me to help you is to simply give you plans for, say, a blank-slate cloner, so that you can at least start working through your backlog, while I work on mostly-technological solutions to finding new minds."
"I won't turn down the cloning machine," says Elspeth, "but if you want Mama's goodwill you're going to want to be very careful using that scrying on any minds that can't give you permission to look at them."
He turns to the Bar, and idly returns to his drink. "Bar - can you make an appropriate memory drive based on something I have in my mind, or am I going to have to store the blueprints myself? I'd like to copy plans for a blank-slate cloner that will work in her world to disc, but I didn't happen to have any mysteriously cross-world-compatible drives on me when I randomly fell across Truths." He makes a wry smile.
I cannot read your mind, napkins Bar primly. But I can sell you or Elspeth similar plans from a world which unlike your own contains them in published form, and something to read them with.
Alright. It's been awhile since I've had to pay for something - how do you handle payment, anyway? - but I'm sure I can find some way to buy an appropriate drive, and then I'll create a step-by-step plan."
I can take almost all forms of cash and many forms of credit. You may also choose to run up a tab.
Aisilian tilts his head. "I can't imagine you'd be very temporally limited... Can you draw from my credit account in the Second Age in El'aistrim?"
Aisilian 'tch'es. "Let's open up a tab, then, and I'll get some cash. Will you accept El'aistrim Second Age obols?"
Aisilian chuckles. "I'll just bet. Well then. One - relevant memory device, and one footstool, please."
He pockets the cylinder.
It's not really an applicable concept for me, says Bar. I can take it back and offer you a less nice footstool if you like.