"In case people who liked it slow felt pressured to keep up."

"Oh, did you not have a good system to prevent poverty and everything in place?"

"It was a gift economy? It worked fine..."

"...then I have no idea why they'd do that. Maybe talk to Nelyo or something." And he goes back to trying to learn the cantrip.

She helps until he has it.

He bounces around gleefully, of course. "How useful!!"

"You should really talk with Nelyafinwë. About sharing it. What else are there scrolls for..."

Bella digs up three more. "I can make more with the right ink and stuff."

"I can place an order, what's the right ink?"

She recites scroll ink parameters.

He does something mysterious at a glowing screen - "should drop them off this evening."

"...cool."

"Anything else?"

"Brushes and parchment."

"Specifics?"

She has those too.

Then those, too, will be delivered. "Did Mirelótë explain everything to you?"

"Define 'everything'?"

"Enough that you're comfortable going about your business?"

"We want to be inconspicuous... so there's not very much business to go about."

"This city has ten million people, no one's going to blink at you. But all right."

"The second person we met recognized us and thought I was Mirelótë afflicted with some disease or something."

"And divorced! He must have been so confused. The magic doesn't do illusions so you look different?"

"- she's - they're - married?" Pause. "Elves here can get divorced? Illusions are possible but I don't know a good one."