"Certainly," she agrees with a smile. Here is the kiss he asked for!

He grins at her, pauses, then says, "Hmmm," and turns back to the golem. "Aha, yes, this should work..."

She smiles fondly at him, then sits down to finish writing her very thorough report.

A few minutes later, the golem starts emitting light.

She looks up from her report and beams at him.

"See, there you are."

"I am! It doesn't float yet, though—hey, golem, do you talk? Do you know how to make yourself float?"

    "—THIS—UNIT—IS—CAPABLE—OF—SPEECH. REPAIR—MODULE—L-L-L-LOADING—STARTED. PLEASE—HOLD."

Vetareh studiously does not start interrogating the golem for how it can know which parts need repair and how it can figure out how to fix itself. She considers this an impressive achievement.

Back to report writing!

"Is it cheating if I ask the golem to—oh, sorry, I won't interrupt you."

"I don't mind, I've written these kinds of reports about three dozen times. It is only cheating if you think it is cheating."

"I found my way to here, I would probably have figured the rest out, so I'll count this as a success."

"I agree! You did great, and have every reason to be proud."

He grins.

    "REPAIR—MODULE—LOADED. PREPARE—FOR—FUN—AND—LEARNING."

"I'm prepared!"

And the golem starts explaining how to finish being repaired.

Oh, it has a course on how to repair golems! That is much more intelligible than the earlier thing. Wait, no, she's not supposed to be paying attention to the golem.

Instead, Vetareh hyper focuses on her report. It will be a thing of beauty. Taimi will be so pleased with it that she won't even be inclined to complain too much if there is a standardized signet. If there isn't, eh, she'll keep using this signet and won't have to write another one of these ever again. If the world has forgotten that this is a thing, then she will expand upon this report, publish, and become ridiculously wealthy. No matter which way it goes, she wins.

And eventually the golem is fixed and floating and ready to hustle.

"Alright, princess, I'm done here."

"Me too," she pronounces, carefully neatening all of her pages into a tidy stack that she clips together. "Time to return triumphant?"

"There are still several golems to repair but we could go return the samples you collected there, yeah."

"Oh, there's more," she snorts. "Of course, why wouldn't there be, how silly of me to expect it was just one golem. Never mind, the samples will keep, and I don't see why I shouldn't collect more if the destroyers are available. Time to go trek somewhere else and do this all again."

"Now I know how to fix golems!" he says, brightly. "It should not take this long to fix them again."

Onwards to the next cluster of Destroyers visible over there in the distance.

"And I can help without infringing upon your honor! It's not like I have to write a second report."

Onwards!

There are many more Destroyers to kill and equipment to repair. They can easily spend the rest of their morning on this.

Or longer than just the morning. There are a lot of things to fix.

"Want to break for lunch? We could have a picnic, or go back to drop off the samples and I can ask about signet standardization."

"That sounds like a good idea, yes. I don't have preferences between picnic and dropping samples off."

"Hm. Picnic, then dropping off samples and checking in? Because a picnic sounds too adorable not to do. And how many other people can say that they had a picnic on the Fire Islands?"

He laughs. "Not many, I expect! Sounds fine by me. I'll let my minions stand guard if something decides to come attack us."

"Sure! I don't expect we'll get too distracted to defend ourselves from an ambush."

Picnic! They find a suitable location that's easy to defend, out of the way, and not too close to any lava flows. Vetareh has a blanket and food, because why wouldn't she have those things, she has a mesmer bag and had shopping time. The blanket is rolled out, the food is unpacked, and the mesmer daintily sits at a corner and smiles brilliantly at James.