Jisa nods, but is clearly already distracted by wondering about other things Cam could make. 

"- Could you fill my whole entire bedroom with beans and then we could swim in them? I read a story once where someone swam in a giant bucket of beans and I want to see if you really can." 

"I really can but I can't get rid of them afterward so it would be better not to."

"Oh. I guess Mama would be mad then. Maaaaybe we could...sell them at the market after. Or give them to beggars or something? Although beans aren't very tasty. Can you make cake too? How much cake could you make at once?" 

"Beans you have swum in wouldn't be very sanitary. I can make cake too, more than you could eat before it went bad in just a second."

Jisa seems kind of baffled that anyone would care about the sanitariness of beans to that extent. 

"- Can you make snow? I always thought it be fun if you could make it snow in summer sometimes." 

"I can but it would be bad for plants."

"Could you fix that by making new plants?" 

Vanyel interjects at this point, clearing his throat. "Cam, er, I'm afraid I need to interrupt you two now. The senior Heralds want to have a meeting. Are you up for coming and introducing yourself to them?" 

"Sure, I don't mind."

Vanyel pulls together a weary smile for Jisa. "Sorry, pet. Maybe I can ask your mama if she wants to have Cam over for dinner tonight? Er, if Cam wants to." 

Jisa turns imploring eyes on Cam. "Pleasepleaseplease? My mama's really nice!" 

"Sure, I can come over for dinner. I'll even make dinner."

Jisa narrows her eyes. "Are you going to try to sneakily make me eat vegetables?" she says, suspiciously. 

Vanyel starts trying to shoo her towards the door. 

"I'll take requests," snorts Cam.

"Because I can tell," Jisa says, as though Cam hadn't said anything. "All right see you then bye!" She allows Vanyel to shoo her off down a different path, and takes off at a run with the absurd energy that only children under ten can muster. 

"This way," Vanyel says. 

Outside his room is a plain stone hallway, leading to a door; outside that is a field, with gravel paths through it, and trees, and stone benches, and some gardens. The season appears to be late summer or early autumn; the air is pleasantly cool, the leaves turning colour, and there's a smattering of fallen leaves being tossed around by the breeze on the path. 

There is absolutely no sign of roads, or electricity, or really any technology more advanced than torches and candles - and whatever equipment was used to construct the long, low stone buildings, which all look very ancient. 

There are some white horses meandering around in the distance. 

"Okay, so, uh, the other planet I mentioned is higher tech than you by a lot," says Cam.

"Oh," Vanyel says, blankly.

It seems like - probably very important information, something that has huge ramifications, but right now his mind feels slow and gluey and stuck on thinking them through, and all he's really coming up with is 'Leareth would be so impressed'. Which is very apropos of nothing since it's not like he's going to TELL Leareth, that would be the worst idea. 

"Like, 'please point me at somewhere I can make you food and do medical research', a lot, what must your child mortality be like - maybe magic is handling it, I don't know whether you have local magic for that -"

It takes a long time before Vanyel finds the words to answer. He swallows; for some reason his throat is tight. 

"We...don't have magic for that - not enough of it, we have Healers who can treat illnesses, and mages who can - do a lot of things - but only a few of us in the Kingdom have Gifts. And there's the war. Lots of combat magic, disrupts the weather, makes crops fail. It's - things are pretty bad." 

"Okay. I don't know if you have the diseases I know but if any of them are mosquito-borne I can get rid of the mosquitoes, everything else can at least try broad spectrum antibiotics and antivirals while I figure something else out, I can make more weather tolerant seeds, I'm not going to be partisan to one side in a war so I hope you are not specifically relying on starving your enemies or killing them with malaria..."

"...Um. No. Gods, you need to talk to Shavri, she's going to be..." Vanyel trails off without finding an appropriate superlative for how DELIGHTED Shavri will be about this, and just speeds his pace a little. 

Cam slips on a fallen leaf and lands flat on his face. Gets up, brushes himself off.

"Er, sorry, should I slow down?" Vanyel says sheepishly.