"Why in the fuck would I - if I were trying to slip something past you I'd - ugh - can you arrange your own potting soil," Cam says despairingly to the random Axis person, "she's having a bit of a week and I'm not sure she'll even let me make the citruses if we run out the clock."

"- yeah, I can get some potting soil."

"I will include the peat moss so they don't dry out or anything but recommend swapping it for something better earliest convenience, it probably doesn't have the right pH or something all by itself." Pots of citruses.

"Thanks," the man says, and extends his hand for the Teleport.

Handholding. What an embarrassing conversation to have to have in public.

Agreed on that.

And then they can be brought to purchased safety; in the heart of Abadar's domain no one who has paid Him for protection is getting Wish-kidnapped to Hell.

"- Abadar wants the complete writings of your universe, and to know how much space to prepare for it," the cleric of Iomedae says.

"Well, depends, there are 3D printers, does he also go in for computerized media?"

"Any format known to you will be fine."

Cam gestures a substantial but not, like, house-sized, space.

Then this will be arranged for him. 

"In the next five minutes you can make Abadar's payment." Carissa trusts that if it is poisoned and gives you tumors Abadar can handle that.

Bam. Big ol' storage rack of the Library of Hell.

"That is very cool," says Carissa, since she is trying to not antagonize Cam, here.

"Anytime."

"Do you want to give me your word that you won't try to make things out of line with my intent with permissions? You'd still have to convince me your word means something to you but we could try for that."

"I have no idea how to convince you of that, leaving aside that I would still like to have a better BATNA than 'sit down and cross my arms and wait for someone to murder you' if we come to an impasse."

So, no, he doesn't want to promise to not fuck with permissions, so she's completely right to be extremely careful with them and it's ridiculous to feel guilty when this is inconvenient. "Understood."

"A narrower version would work, like if you'd have believed me if I said 'I am not fucking with you with respect to potting soil'."

"- sure, that might save us some time. Why should I believe you when you say you're not fucking with me?"

"If I were untrustworthy on this subject I'd have just said 'sure, I won't try to make things out of line with your intent' and merrily retained the ability to drop potatoes on people whenever I wished, wouldn't I? I'm not claiming to be axiomatically incapable of breaking my word or anything but it is not, in a normal person sense, a thing I do."

"If you had said that, I would have asked the exact same question of why I should believe you!"

"Well, Abadar's the guy with the truth telling magic, isn't he?"

"Yeah. We can have someone in to cast a truth spell, if you're willing to pay them."

"I am willing to pay them but if we have to have an excruciating potting-soil related argument first I would sooner not do it in the middle of the street."