He's not happy, as he sketches out the signs and sigils. He generally isn't, these days.
He ran out of better options with the last of the cows.
He finishes the circle.
"Cam didn't want to perform the initial resurrection experiments on an inhabited planet."
"Ambiguously overriding desire for human flesh, plus anything the documentation he put it together from didn't warn about."
"Well, I don't experience anything like that, thank God. Although I suppose it would have been merely inconvenient, given the ability to generate arbitrary material objects."
"Yes. I would have still tried it if for whatever reason it were inconvenient to get into space but it wasn't at all."
"Even with the ability to supply unlimited human flesh that had never been a person I've certainly met people I wouldn't want to allow wandering the Earth with an appetite for the stuff."
"--Does the body have to be identical to the real corpse immediately after it died? My father--he helped raise the twins--he was very old--"
"It does not have to be identical - I fixed Mr. Franklin's lungs and pulled your state from right before you were hurt - but I don't know the exact tolerances and in particular I'd worry that using a younger body would risk losing some memories of the later life, though there's nothing in the literature about it either way since the spell's authors didn't have my affordances."
"That is informative. If you want, I can try for your father with a younger body."
Mom Whately retreats somewhere private with Kids Whately to discuss features of how she died and the intervening two years that they would rather not immediately air in front of a Founding Father.
"Sure! Here's my procedural writeup, I cobbled it together from a chain of sources - some of it's Arabic and stuff -"
Cam has not rendered anything into French or Italian that was not already that way. He can translate the Arabic.