"Yeah!" she yells over the music, grabs another sponge and gets to work. The grease stands no chance against their powers combined.

Roger dives into the next song with equal enthusiasm. "WELL IF YOU WANTED HONESTY THAT'S ALL YOU HAD TO SAY! I NEVER WANT TO LET YOU DOWN OR HAVE YOU GO IT'S BETTER OFF THIS WAY! FOR ALL THE DIRTY LOOKS - THE PHOTOGRAPHS YOUR BOYFRIEND TOOK -"

The grease comes off pretty easily under the combined powers of their scrubbing. 

Thorsteinn understands that Roger is like this for reasons and is used to being understanding about it but, "Roger I think that is clean enough to go in the van now, it isn't ever actually going to be spotless." 

"THORSTEINN! I've been meaning to ask you about that heraldry idea I had - hang on I have to sing along to this bit - NOT OOOOOOKAAAAAAAY I'M NOT OOOKAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!" 

Sergia tetrises kitchen bits into the van. "Ooh, what's the heraldry idea?" Mostly the only heraldry she does is the yelling kind, but it's cool to listen to people talk names and devices, especially weird ones.

"So Thorsteinn said I'm not allowed to have a unicorn that vomits rainbows, right, but what if I had a unicorn maintaining a rainbow? You're allowed to have cats and dogs maintain things in their mouths rather than necessarily holding them in their paws and you said a rainbow is a period charge so-"

Thorsteinn: "After I kill you I am going to throw your body in the ocean so nobody has evidence to contradict me when I tell them you died of syphilis." 

"I think if it was maintaining a rainbow it'd be, like, sticking out both sides of its mouth like a dog with a stick. Are there rules about what can be maintaining what? I think the thing doing the maintaining has to be smaller, but could you have, like, a dragon with a lion in its mouth? A lion with one of those charges that's just a geometric shape?"

"Yes. Thorsteinn, I want whatever it is she just said. I want the unicorn to play fetch with the rainbow -" the song is getting to the chorus again "- I'M NOOOOOOT OOOOOOOKAYYYYY" 

"I don't think SENA says anything about what sort of charges can be maintained so I'd have to check the precedents and I'm not going to do that right now because I need you to help me fill in the sump and also because you are singing My Chemical Romance loud enough to wake the dead." Thorsteinn is very mildly exasperated but does appreciate that Sergia is doing some good tetrising. 

Sergia kind of wants to talk to Roger about magic, but she doesn't want to shout about magic to be heard over the MCR and she doesn't have anything urgent to ask, so she'll pack up quietly until Roger turns it off or everything is squared away and it's time to get off the site.

Roger will turn the music off once he realises Thorsteinn is annoyed by it, and help everyone tetris kitchen things into the van. Then he has his own tent to pack up. 

"Hey Sergia? If you're free can you also help me with the tent I lent Aaliyah? She had to leave last night and I said I'd handle it."

(Aaliyah is a newbie that Roger arranged for a spare tent to be lent to, because she doesn't have her own camping supplies yet. It's definitely not his tent, either - he doesn't have "spare tent lying around" money. It might be Reynhard's. It might be any of the many people Roger has an uncanny knack for extracting resources from whenever he's trying to help the newbies.)

The tent is neon orange and glaringly modern, and is hidden just behind Roger's tent at the back of camp, so that it doesn't show up in camp photos. 

"Sure! I hope Aaliyah had fun." She heads over thataway.

"Did you have fun?"

Roger cranes his head around the side of his bigger tent, rope and stake in hand, to give Sergia a slightly concerned look. 

"I did! And then I had, not fun, but something else good. I'm glad I finally know what's going on. I'm scared about tonight, but in the way where I wouldn't miss it for the world, you know?"

"Yeah, I don't think I know, but I can - what's the word where you feel bad for someone but don't feel it yourself, is that sympathy or empathy? Sympathi- fuck!" 

Roger extracts the main pole from the centre of his tent, which causes a lot of canvas to fall on his head. He starts fighting his way out while swearing extensively.

"- so which is the part you wouldn't call fun? You don't think magic is fun as hell?"

Oh dear. Sergia picks up the canvas-edge nearest Roger and helps him tunnel his way out from the other side.

"Magic is totally awesome, I have a veil that teleports people! It just feels too serious to call it fun. Maybe that's bullshit, maybe it just is fun."

Roger emerges grinning.

"You have a veil that teleports people, that's at least a little fun. If you do it to me can I yell WHEE like I'm a kid going down a waterside?" 

"I could not possibly stop you and wouldn't if I could!"

"Let's fucking go!!"

Roger can handle his medieval canvas tent on his own from here. He shoos Sergia back towards Aaliyah's borrowed modern tent.

"Once you know what you're doing you'll probably end up with a few different virtues you work with. Most of the knights have seven. I think I'm the only person I know that only works off one, all my channels the same thing. So I don't know how it works for other people but for me using magic just feels really good, it's just - it's always fun even when the situation gets serious or crazy."

"It does feel good, doesn't it! I've read enough fantasy novels to be suspicious of any magic that feels that good, honestly, but it doesn't seem to be corrupting everyone into Nazgul or whatever so I guess it's just awesome. Is your one virtue 'being one hundred and ten percent unafraid of getting hit' because that's badass."

"You nailed it. Well, technically courage, but being not afraid of fuck all is a strict superset of being not afraid of getting hit - uh, strict subset? That's even less things I'm afraid of. Or more things I'm not afraid of. Ow!"

The last exclamation is prompted by Roger pulling a stuck tent stake out of the ground with sufficient force to elbow himself hard in the stomach. It was stuck until it suddenly wasn't. He shakes himself and goes for the next stake. 

Sergia is currently trying to pull out a tent stake and comprehensively sucking at it. Fuck tent stakes and fuck her lack of upper body strength.

"Does that mean I'm going to end up needing to teleport you out of a jam, or that I should absolutely not teleport you out of a jam unless you lose an arm and keep going like the Monty Python black knight?" Wow she really hopes that doesn't happen, it was funny until her brain generated a realistic mental image.

Eventually the power of twisting the tent stake, kicking it, twisting it some more, wiggling it back and forth, and calling it a piece of shit prevails.

"I have no idea. I guess other people are higher priority if you gotta start saving people."

Roger doesn't bleed, which makes it really difficult for healers to tell when he's badly in need of attention. Unfortunately the healers all know that, and fuss over him like mother hens when he absolutely doesn't need their attention and just wants a beer. The last thing he needs is someone who can magically teleport him from the tavern back to camp and tell him it's bedtime.

"I would absolutely keep going like a Monty Python black knight, though, I have only bitten a bad guy once but there was something really satisfying about it. Demon tasted terrible, but it's the.... primal disinhibited ferocity of getting to rip stuff with your teeth, or something? 11/10, would bite again." 

" . . . We live interesting lives, don't we. I'm glad you're good at it and good at enjoying it. I don't really know how I'm going to react, but you're setting a good example."