"...possibly."

"Then that might just satisfy everyone. If you can't work it out to the point where the two of you can attend events together, though, you will have to narrow it down."

Sigh. "Okay." Think. "Okay."

"I'm glad that's cleared up. Now. What are your powers? I have Lorica's descriptions, but field reports are never as detailed as they could be."

"I can conjure things. There are limits to what, but they diminish with time and especially with practice. The more I conjure a thing, the faster I can do it and the more complex I can make it. I know I can conjure them within my field of vision, I suspect I can do more than that but haven't properly tested my hypotheses. For as long as I'm paying attention to a thing I conjure, it continues to exist; after I stop, it ceases to after half an hour, unless I pay attention to it again, in which case the timer resets. If someone squints too hard at stuff I make, it disappears. I can make it break the laws of physics a bit, but not too much; more entropy makes this easier. I can also alter stuff I didn't conjure to make it behave in different ways, though that's harder and more limited. I believe the limits to that also diminish with time and practice."

"Lorica has, surprisingly, volunteered to handle your powers testing entirely on her own, which I won't deny she's qualified to do. Make yourself available to her," says Piggot. "Until you have a patrol schedule - or two - her time is more constrained than yours and you should defer to her on when these appointments should be."

"Oh, that's neat!" And makes them feel all warm and fuzzy inside again for some reason, even if they're not exactly surprised. "I will use her help. And um. I'm sorry."

"Write up your apology to Ms. Yates and see if she believes you," suggests Piggot. "Particularly since your proposal has her doing twice as much work for you."

"Yeah. I... Should I do that now? Personally? I was thinking of waiting a day until I talked to her again, because I think she's not particularly happy with me for now."

"This is why I suggested a written apology. Email her. She can be reached at pcyates@protectorate.gov."

"Alright. Was there anything else?"

"That will be all for now."

There's a breakroom kitchen with various frozen food to microwave, snacks, ice cream, sandwich fixings, and a pot of soup covered in saran wrap labeled if you eat this you owe betty a thank you.

Alright. They will microwave some food and hover back to Lorica's workshop while they eat it with conjured utensils.

Lorica's there munching a hot dog, frowning at a projected screen covered in software diagrams. It flickers out as soon as the door opens. "Hi Glam."

"Hello. I think I see what you mean by 'pressing the right buttons.' I will write Ms. Yates a written apology and email it to her."

"Send it to my bot for editing first if you like," suggests Lorica. "You have a computer?"

"I do, I brought mine from home, though if you're willing to lend me one that will save me the work of going to my room to get it."

"Nah, use yours, my old laptop version is missing half its bits and would've been too frustrating for anyone but me to use anyway."

"Alright." Nom. "Piggot said I was to listen to Ms. Yates' suggestions and not question them, and that I should make myself available to you because you have a schedule and I don't for us to do power testing."

"My schedule flexes some, when do you want to do stuff and in how long of chunks?"

"I should send that email after finishing my food, but otherwise I'm completely free and think you will want to stop testing to go tinker before I get tired of it."

"All right, come back after you've sent the email then."