"I don't see it being a problem - here -" A dialog pops up for her to accept to unlock and sync-share the document.

Byoop.

"Another thing - this has got the Library of Hell on it," she waves the computer, "and I just wanted to double-check and make sure that was like.  Good.  Even though I assume you totally wouldn't have put it there if it wasn't."

"I mean... Bar can also get you those things."

"Okay right but we're on the same side now?  So like, uh, I was avoiding stuff where I might learn how summoning works, should I continue to do that or do you think it's safe now or."

"You should know more than a little bit about it before you try it but, y'know, it worked out fine when it was unleashed on my original planet."

"Awesomesauce.  I wasn't really planning on trying it; I just wanted to know whether I ought to keep restricting my reading material to the demonless."

"You may consume demonic fiction, enjoy."

"I shall.  Do you want like, half an hour of danceability?  I'm not itching to burn magic this time or anything, but probably that much won't really make a difference."

"- sure, I'll try it out."

She clicks her tongue.

Standing upright without falling over is: easier.

Cam attempts a little box step.

He succeeds!

"Thank you."

"You're welcome!  If you want to stack me up on food again I'll go get to work on the sims."

Food stack.

And she leaves him to it.  Comes back down after five subjective days.

He's not in the bar when she comes down.

She . . . peers outside?

He's flying, doing loops and - dance moves, if you assume those can be done in flight.

Aww.  Yeah, she does assume that.  Probably not tap, though.  - Or, maybe you can do really amazing tap in flight, off walls and things.  She makes a note to look that up later and sits down in the grass; she's not going to interrupt.

(Cam isn't superhumanly graceful like this but it sure feels like it in comparison.

The contrast is equally notable when it cuts out, thirty-some minutes after he got it.)

"- yeep!" He catches himself and swirls down to a landing.

"Hi!  How was it?"

"It was neat! I'm not a brilliant aerial ballerino but it wasn't an exercise in futility."

"That's good at least.  I did some stuff; you can check the file about it whenever."