Very much so.

They walk through the night; this late in the year, it's not yet dawn when they arrive in Solitude, and they have to wait a short while for the gates to be unlocked for the farmers and such coming in for the morning markets.

"I," Lace says, very solemnly, "Want to find that blacksmith again, and give him a commission." 

"What for?"

"Chasing a magic user around with a sword was incredibly obnoxious, so I'm going to introduce a marvelous technology called guns, which launch a small piece of metal at stupidly high speeds and are a much more convenient ranged weapon than a bow. If the blacksmith decides to mass produce those it might cause some lopsided war technology, but that's actually pretty unlikely at you guys's technology base, so getting one for myself shouldn't cause problems on a societal scale..."

"Sounds like fun. I could induce him to forget the method after he has finished, if you'd rather."

She hums. "Nah. I might ever want a second, anyways."

"Fair enough."

"Can you ride?"

"Like a horse?"

"Yes. I was thinking it might be wise to obtain some, as it seems we will be doing a significant amount of traveling."

She gets the thousand yard stare of someone who is seriously contemplating what it'll take to reinvent the all terrain vehicle. "I had a horse phase when I was, like... Twelve? But dad couldn't really afford horse phase stuff, we weren't rich... And then my father showed up and thought learning to shoot from horseback would be a fun bonding exercise definitely not likely to end in trips to the emergency room - but I've never like traveled on one."

"Perhaps not, then."

"I can run everywhere with minimal stops, I'm just lazy and hedonistic."

"I wouldn't want you to be unhappy."

Heh. "You are the prettiest steed."

"That is among my many accolades, and will doubtless be sung of by the skalds."

"Especially if I'm commissioning them."

"Of course."

"Got to make sure all your best features are described sufficiently flatteringly."

"And who better to know them than you?"

"Precisely. I'll have to be very carefully involved in composition."

"You may need a source of income to fund this venture."

"Well, I can hire songwriters from my world... Sadly I don't think you guys even have the economic base for me to sell off tons of cool technology patents."

"Not without considerable investment."

"Probably not worth it, even to get cars here. And I bet my usual job doesn't pay as well without the internet..."

"What is the internet?"

"Okay so a computer is a machine that can perform calculations, store information, and provide a way for people who aren't computers to access and manipulate all this. A network is a way a bunch of computers can trade information. The internet is a network that spans the entire world, where anyone connected to it can talk to anyone else. And it turns out when you take billions of people, give them machines that do all their tedious chores for them, give them a world rich in everything they need, and give them the ability to put any thought they want out for the world to see, they generate a lot of new knowledge very, very quickly. Also art, and astonishingly high context jokes, and bizarre discourse, and porn, and images of cute animals. It's great and I love it and everywhere should have the internet."