...how many hours is that, Cam's Computer.

Almost 21 (decimal).

"...okay. That's a long time to leave these kittens without their mama. Any chance the staff would be sympathetic if we just... explained? Do you know these folks?"

"Yeah uh, sorry for not realizing this might happen sooner.  I recognize Ben's car and he's kind of a jerk but I don't know who's on for this evening.  I could maybe call in, say something came up later in the week, see if I can swap shifts to tonight?"

"Incidentally," Jordan clears his throat.  "I'm assuming nothing about this plan relies on me specifically and I should leave to avoid cursing anything, as opposed to me specifically being in some way important such that I should stay to avoid cursing anything?"

"I think you are clear to leave and possibly the lot of us should relocate somewhere so nobody can see that you have abandoned your new kittens."

"I'd invite you to my house but given the circumstances: I won't."

"Quite." Is there like a place around the corner they can park and plan.

There is!

Jordan holds out the Accord's keys to Felicity.  "Hope incarnation's suiting you well, and I also hope in-car - no, that doesn't really work, does it.  Hope you still want your car, because I don't actually."

"It suits me very well indeed, thank you for asking and facilitating; and yes."  She accepts the keys.

"Good, good.  Feel free to come over to meet Princess or whatever, just not - well, you know.  I'll make sure to be out for the rest of the day, why don't I."

"If you had things to do anyway."

"Yeah.  Yeah."  He helmets up.

"I am again very sorry about your curse, remind me later to introduce you to video games about it."

"Sure."  Off he goes.

"Uh," says Ivy.

"Uh?"

"S'that guy a summer solstice?"

"Yup. One of Princess's humans."

"And he's been involved with like, this, and resurrecting people?"

"He's managing his horrific curse very responsibly and does not have creative input."

"If you say so.  You seem like you're doing a lot of," her eyes flicker over to Nicholas.  "Uh."

"Yes, Ms. Gilbert?"

"Never mind."

"A Princess-human's brother," Cam says, gesturing at Nicholas. "I have sought out some winters on purpose for miscellaneous science consultation but am not otherwise deliberately filtering my circle of acquaintances by birthday at all, it's not a thing where I'm from."