He taps his notebooks a couple times - "Okay, I think they should now count as Not Magic, and you'd be faster at copying them than I would, want to try -"

Notebooks?

Notebooks!

"Thank you!" Tap tap tap and he hands them back over and starts annotating the copies.

And commentary on world domination ensues.

Eventually he is hungry.

He may avail himself of either the bar or the demon but neither reads minds.

"I may have spent all my money on presents for the whole school, can you do a snack?"

"Sure, what do you want?"

"What do they eat in 2179?"

"Eating meat that used to be an animal is frowned upon, and there is a global trade in fruit and spices and stuff, but nothing's jumping out at me as intro to 2179 cuisine..."

"There's meat that didn't used to be an animal? Or do you just mean 'conjured'-"

"Conjured or grown in a vat."

"Huh. Uh, I'm not picky - I can also have someone hold the door and head down to the kitchens and grab something -"

"How about pizza," suggests Cam, handing him a plate. He makes one for himself, demonstrates how to eat it.

Pizza is weird. He likes pizza. "Wow. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Nom.

"Get anywhere on magic you can use?"

"Lots of nice-to-haves, fewer gamechangers. At least given the presence of daeva, who can already do free energy and stuff."

Nod. "If anyone in Hell would be entertained by being an endangered dragon reserve that'd be great but - yeah, doesn't solve your root problem. What are the magical effects Valinor had before -"

"A timefucking thing, made everything grow ten times slower without feeling like it. And decay just sort of didn't happen, when I packed their ships full of food for them they were confused by the cans..."

"They want to grow ten times slower without feeling like it?"

"I'm not sure it's unanimous, to be fair."

"Decay's probably doable but - house by house -"

"How long would it take?"

"I don't know, I could send some owls and get you an estimate."