"...well now I'm all curious though. Does your tragic curse work through having ideas then executed solely by others?"

"Yep."

"Awful. Do you at least get to write a novel about it and publish it posthumously, is that safe?"

"I thought you were past the age where just telling people things counts," Jackie projects from the living room.

"Guess you're contagious, kiddo!"  To Cam: "Yeah, we're safe when we're dead.  - Possibly this is worth kil - hm.  Hm."

"You poor soul, I cannot express how awful I would find your curse, can I get you a basket of fancy chocolate or something as a poor recompense?"

"We were going to request a motorcycle, actually."

"Motorcycles are great fun but I can't recommend them without caveat to people who aren't indestructible. Like, you can still have one, just, you're planning to get actual lessons and wear your helmet, right?"

"We'd collectively already decided on it as an ask for the cash before this and I'm not generally very depressed?  I mean separately from that I'll take the chocolate if you want."

"Sure. Do you have a model in mind?" Cam inquires, handing over the chocolate basket.

"Yours didn't look terribly out of place and I imagine is cool and futurey?"

Ian enters the room and slings an arm around Jordan.  "Hey, sorry to interrupt, but: solquinoxes out of the house; take a walk, eat your chocolate, Jackie gets half - minus this - "  He plucks out a bonbon.  "Go around a block or two and see if fresh air fixes anything."

"You can't just make us take a walk every time something distressing happens, you know."

"Can so, long as it keeps helping."  He squeezes Jordan's shoulders.  "Now git.  Don't kill yourselves out there."

"Obviously I'm not going to do that because it would fucking count, now wouldn't it."

"'Kay, good, fantastic, love you, see you in eight."  Jordan receives a peck on the cheek before getting pushed towards the entryway.  Jackie waves to Cam on her way past.

Once the door's shut: "So, completely random question, what happens if you try and make a person?"

"Uh, it's technically alive but it's not a person, I can't make anything smarter than a snail. So it's fine for medical school practice but - OH do you think you could download a star into one?"

"I at least think Jordan thinks that!"

"Is this a curse risk given that you guessed without him saying anything?"

"Nope!  Would've been if he'd tried to hint at it or something but he's smarter than that."

"This is a very strange and annoying but apparently readily subverted curse! Will there be a problem if I tell him what you guessed?"

"He might tap out on interacting with you ever again to avoid risking anything else, depending on how it goes?  It's not inherently going to lock us all into an unavoidable horrible future."

"Gotcha. Before I go get my jar of omnilol to find a volunteer, do you know what color of motorcycle you guys would like? Likewise helmets?"

"Oh!  - Can you do Colographic?  If you copy their sales book from the shelf at my studio I can point at swatches."  Once Cam has done this Ian picks out something covering the full sunset range for the bike and one each of orange-red, red-purple, purple-indigo, and indigo-midnight for the helmets; two adult-sized and two teenager.

Shiny bike! Shiny helmets!