"And how do you get between them, how does your world know of them all..."

"My world has a lot of magic and some of it can move stuff between planes. All the planes they know about there are subject to the same anti-science effect so they haven't ranged beyond a limited set."

"Anti-science effect?"

"It's horrible."

Fervent nodding.

"Okay. We're pretty well-positioned to start planar exploration, I should think, how'd you get here from your world -"

"- Mirelótë's right, you need nicknames. Fëanáro invented a spell for it so he could rescue me."

"I wanna be nicknamed Epic."

"- how's the magic work, is it transmissible, are all of the other planes doing well or do any of them urgently need reaching..."

"That last is not exhausted by those options do not try to reach anti-science planes it is a miracle Epic survived the time it took to pack and I specifically kept language books around as a precaution for exactly that."

Shrug. "I'm not that fussed about dying."

"Or worse, there's worse to be had."

"And people live there?'

"Feel free to try to evacuate it from. Outside. The. Universe."

"Yes, it makes sense to work somewhere where science does, calm down."

"Sorry."

He looks confused.

"It has been a stressful few days."

"Then find a spa or something. Do you want a lecture on the last couple centuries of technology, Epic -"

"Yeah! - don't be mean to Bella she's really good and smart."

"Is that so. The most important thing you need to know about is electricity -" and he pulls up a screen and starts talking, with models to demonstrate.

It's interesting but it does not seem paced for audiences who are not named Fëanáro. She works on the spell parameters instead after a few minutes.

They'll be at this for hours.

Are you doing all right?

I'm okay. I'll feel better once we can find somewhere that has science and no Valar or killer robots.