Ugh. Is it time for his classes or something?

Nope. According to his schedule he should be free now. 

He did bury his call crystal under a pile of other stuff when he thought it was time to focus on homework...

Right. That's adorable but somewhat frustrating.

She flies on.

Terel calls her back some time after the suns have begun to dim. "Hullo. I was getting homework out of the way."

"Yeah, I figured. Hi, love. So, er—" And she tells the story of the people calling her and the crystal company and "I'm thinking of getting several numbers and distributing them to different people so I can find the leak except the leak could be someone who works at the company itself."

"Honestly, my instinct is 'hire a private investigator,' but those don't tend to find much outside of stories."

"And whatever I could get I'm sure the company could one-up."

"You said this Clara person seemed pretty good? Maybe ask her what happened?"

"That's assuming she isn't the mole."

"I don't know enough about these people to figure it out, but a honeypot of slightly different info for a bunch of different people is the obvious idea, I'm just... Not entirely sure it's worth the effort? I think that the company is probably more upset about this leak than you are."

"I mean the part I'm upset about is them starting to call me and, potentially, ducking the deal up."

"You'll probably want to just change your number."

Her crystal indicates that she has another incoming call.

"Yeah, probably, but then I'll have to give it to other people anyway and have the same problem."

"Sign up for their filtering thing, then. Charlescomm is expensive but very good at what they do you know."

"Think I'll do that, yeah, and let Clara deal with the leak."

The second call on waiting her crystal hangs up.

"Right. Hey, I've been poking electricity all day and I think I can make an AC generator with a golem meant to turn wheels. Electricity is almost as cool as the idea of computing is. Want to help when you get back?"

"Definitely! This is gonna be loads of fun."

"Suddenly I want to make a lightning machine and then laugh villainously while it goes off..."

"...well that's kinda hot."

He giggles, then attempts to turn it into an evil laugh. Pretty ineffectively.

"And that is just adorable."

"You keep saying these things. It makes me wonder just how much brighter my brain will light up when I see you after turning."

"Incomparably. I can't even give you a proper metaphor because you don't have space to speak of so no culturally-backed conception of how big stars get but I'd be comparing a star to a torch."

"Um, eep? You're right, I don't properly get that kind of scale, but eep."

"Yeah. I'm not kidding when I say that a human being who felt like this might literally expire of it, it would be an overdose."