"So how do we get to space?" 

She sounds excited, and rhythmic creaking of the floorboards suggests she may be bouncing. 

"In a spaceship! Lemme verify that your Ben Franklin is like my Ben Franklin and then I will make us one. I need to know roughly how much you weigh."

"...I'm not sure. Probably more than a ton?" 

"Less than an elephant?"

"I think I'm bigger than an elephant." 

"All right, I'll make us a nice roomy ship."

"I'm not actually sure, I've never seen an elephant, but that's probably a good idea." 

"Yeah, it's not like a big one is more expensive or anything. Elephants are at least a couple tons, full grown, sometimes more like seven."

"I've never really been able to weigh myself." 

"If you want to I can also do a big scale."

"...It's not a priority but now I'm curious." 

Scale. "It's set to pounds but it'll do kilograms if you flip that red switch."

She steps onto the scale. 

Ten tons and a bit. 

"Yup, bigger than an elephant."

"Cool."

Cam's tail wags. "All right, looking up local Ben Franklin publications, just a sec..."

This universe's Ben Franklin is consistent with his universe's in predicting cryonics-or-something-like-it and being wistful about not living long enough to get there!

"Okay, anything you wanna square away before we go try this?"

"If you can re-create everything there's not much reason to bring the library but if we don't we should do something to make sure nobody stumbles across it and decides to summon something dangerous." 

"You expect trespassers? We don't have to be gone very long."

"If we're leaving anyway...I'm probably going to outgrow the house before much longer. And. The town really doesn't like us." 

"Fair enough. What do they even know about you?"

"Old John Whately had weird books and Lavinnia Whately had a child out of wedlock and there've been rumors about inbreeding for generations--it's what they chalk me up to--and all their dogs hate me." 

"Why do dogs hate you?"

"I haven't exactly asked but I think it's because of how I smell."