"If nobody was inspired to by TV shows, I don't think Cam'll get anybody keen, but still!"

"I mean, yes, that's obviously not the main problem. ...would've been why Timothy didn't ask Cam to spy on the Elf..."

"Huh?"

"I was wondering why he was spying on someone, and why he didn't ask the demon he had right there. But Cam could've made him something misleading so if he wanted to check -"

"Check what?"

"The bit about ending the war."

"Well, I wouldn't'a covered for him but I bet Cam could've come up with somebody who would've."

"...that's a good point."

"If he'd written, anyway, he didn't write me." Sniff.

"It looked like he was kind of scared of peoples' reactions, might be why he didn't write. 'hey, guess what, I killed fifty million people, also have you listened to those Elf symphonies?'"

"Yeah, maybe."

"Especially if people'll be mad at him." Shrug. He starts humming along to the strange alien song.

Being strange and alien, it is hard to predict. "I'd make the sheet music but I bet the notation's weird too."

"Yeah probably. Have people learned the Elves' notation, or are they rewriting into yours..."

"Somebody wrote a computer program to translate. The bugs aren't all worked out but it's good enough that if you've also heard the song you can correct for it. But the program translates into one of the Hell notations, not Earth notation, so it'd have to retranslate for you to read it and that'd probably be even buggier."

"It's okay. I will find beautiful music that doesn't make me feel bad about not being thousands of years old yet."

She giggles. "I'd wonder if he wrote anything when he was sixteen but Elves take five hundred years to grow up, fun fact."

"What the fuck. Okay, that mostly gets me to stop being jealous, that's - wow."

"I know, I'm not even five hundred yet."

"How old are you?"

"Four hundred thirty or forty something in Earth years."

"Cool." He waves his wand at the grass near them and flowers sprout up, unfurl iridescent silvery petals. "- can you make those -"

"Ooh pretty -" She tries it.

Nope, magic!

"Oh, excellent, I'd be terribly out of my depths if I couldn't give you things." He plucks the shimmery flower. "Thank you for my computer full of music."