"And we should check if I can make entity-related stuff. And if I can make the potions you use for powers."

"...you said you couldn't make minds?"

"Yeah."

"So even odds on it not working. The substances are a connection to a Shard, which is as we understand it a mind."

"I bet I can't make a shard but I don't know about the substances. If it's safe to try I'll at least try it."

"They don't really have shelf lives or specific care needs, don't need to be cold all the time or anything."

He tries one.

He has one.

"—don't drink that unless you know which mixture it is."

"Hero's. I won't." He makes a face. "It'd be so fun but it would not be very good risk management."

"Hero's was an experimental formula, we have better ones now."

"If they make you more conflict prone I just shouldn't take one. Some of the space Elves could maybe."

"Much less than natural triggers, to the point where it's not unlikely the effect is entirely due to selection bias."

"- I wanna be a Tinker it sounds so cool."

He smiles. "Perhaps your powers will be able to help us understand the entities enough to know if that's advisable."

He bounces in midair by teleporting just a bit. 

"Should we reconvene, then?"

" - yeah I guess."

"Door." And a door opens behind him. "Clairvoyant probably won't be able to find Maitimo and the other Elves."

"I can go fetch him."

Pop pop.

They can fly through the door, then.

Yep!

Back to the same meeting room.

Everyone else is there, except for Eidolon.

Epic hops on Maitimo's lap and wraps his wings around himself.

"So this is a right mess," says Doctor Mother, "but at least the world is not going to end soon."