"Uh-huh. Okay, where's a good place to put a bunch of food? Ideally indoors, the generator you don't want in a house because it'll make a noise but the food will be very quiet."

"...In my house? Someone's barn? Or in the library, I suppose. Not the church, people are in there."

"Barn sounds ideal."

"Well, the Harrisons went down to Green Bay to get their son, so their place is empty. It's that way. Does arbitrary material objects include a steam lorry? So you don't waste time walking."

"I usually fly but if that would alarm people I can make a vehicle, though I would not default to a steam-powered one."

"It would alarm people. It doesn't actually have to be steam powered, I suppose - how did you know how to make the heaters? Are you an engineer demon?"

"I'm from an alternate universe wherein it is the year 2159 but I am also an engineer demon." He considers the road conditions and decides on a car instead of a motorcycle. "You wanna tell me how to get to the barn?"

"...Alternate universe. Okay, this thing looks extremely fancy but not impossible." She gets in. Fails to notice the seatbelt. "Down that road, and the second right, first barn you see just barely outside of town."

"You wanna grab that strap there and click the black part there into this," he says. "I don't expect to crash but you're not indestructible if I do."

"Some sort of safety?"

She fumbles with it a bit, but click.

"Yep!" And he drives according to her directions. "Do you have a name? I'm Cam."

"V-" She makes a face. "Oh, stuff it. You seem nice and if you're a fey who gets power from my true name or something, you're a generous one and so be it. Verona Cooper, nice to meet you."

"It's just so I have something to call you by, if you wanted to be known as Maisie Smith I would not have second-guessed you, but nice to meet you too, Verona."

"Oh. Well. I'm glad I tried those occultism books. Even if I'm really, really confused it seems like you're going to help a whole lot. If you really can warm up the entire Earth- Deliverance? ...I wouldn't say no to a ride to Denver when you're done here, actually. That's where my father should be - since there's nothing for me here, really. Oh, there, turn there." The barn is visible from the road, quite close.

Turn. "Deliverance?"

"It means, rescued by a miracle."

"Oh, I see. I don't particularly expect to have enough spare time to give you a ride to Denver once I'm oriented to the situation, since the entire planet is trying to turn into an iceball, so you might want to look into alternative transportation. I mean, I can give you a car, if you know how to drive."

"-Yeah, that makes sense. I bet I would get stuck in the snow somewhere and freeze to death if I tried that. I'll stay here."

"Cool. Anybody in town have a deathly allergy or weird dietary restriction you know about?" Cam asks, heading for the barn to assess the space available.

"Ooh, I know this, Roger Fraiser's son can't have peanuts and two of the Clemsons are allergic to cats and the entire Wing family can't have milk or cheese, probably because they're half-Chinaman, and Isabella de Garcia can't have pennicillin. Is gossip useful for once, then?"

"Yes it is!" Cam makes a doodad with a laser measurer and takes the dimensions of the barn and starts making food. "No peanuts, can't have Fraiser Junior going into anaphylactic shock." Pestproof plastic boxes labeled things like FLOUR and SUGAR and ALMONDS and CANNED ARTICHOKES appear.

"Whatever all these cases are made of looks very futuristic. Steel is the wonder-material of our age, is that stuff for yours?"

"It's not all that recent but it's light and it'll keep rats and stuff out!" He dangles some space heaters from the ceiling so the artichokes don't explode.

"-I have a lot of questions that are honestly probably just wastes of your time. If you make a big sign in his front yard pointing out the food, I can go tell people and this town should be alright for a while."

"Oh good." He composes a sign similar to the one about the space heaters.