Broomsticks: do not work for daeva. Drawstring bags with the volume of a small room on the inside seem likely to go over well, though. He pockets one for the trip to London and waits for Miranda to reach out to her acquaintances.

Doesn't take her long, though she declines to explain the details.

It would be rude to suggest he's guessed any of them. He is only recently qualified to take someone side-along to London, but they make it in one piece.

And Miranda goes and visits people with mostly-complete angel summonses on paper rolled up under her arm.

Muggles can summon.

Just remains to be seen if dead Muggle summoners become daeva.

While they're here, he hops outside town - not too far outside town - and summons the demon Cam recommended him, again.

Here she is! "Oh hi."

"Hi!" He's not dressed like he's from 2179; they'd asked Cam for convincingly Muggle clothes, but they're convincing 1802 clothes. "I got you sheet music this time - for a song I guarantee you won't have unless you very thoroughly looked me up. Have you heard about the world with the Elves -"

"Oh yeah, they've got the most fantastic music. I didn't know humans knew about it yet."

"I have an inside source. Letting demons talk is really worthwhile. Do you know Cam?"

"Violin Cam or the one with the bees?"

"Violin. Is that how you know each other?"

"Yup. What about him?"

"I want to ask him out but I'm kind of missing a mountain of cultural context."

"Oh, he usedta be a human, you don't need to read up on Hell customs or anything."

"That helps less than you would think. Uh, could I have a computer containing the complete written works of Nelyafinwë Maitimo - he's an Elf, from the new planet - and also a bunch of romance novels from the year 2000 or 2005 or around then?"

"If you'll settle for published and whatever's top ten in my favorite curator's ring, respectively. You want private stuff I want more than one song and if you need personal discernment find somebody who reads that crap."

"I want private stuff and am pretty sure that no works by this particular composer are known to the curators in Hell, does that do?"

"How prolific are they?"

"They've been touring my whole life, I don't actually know when they started -"

"Eh, fine, but only 'cause you're cute. How do you want it all formatted?"

"On a computer, don't care what model, I don't have the chip thingy."

"You're caaaareless, I could give you punch cards or DVDs with that kind of attitude," she singsongs. She offers him a little chip instead.

He is confused. "That's a computer?"

"It's a - you want the entire computer? You don't have one?"

"I do not have a computer, no. I was going to ask for them in paper but the Elf's old, it'd be really bulky."