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Iobel gets up fairly early. There's a large table full of work from yesterday available, and she thinks Edarial sleeps later than she does - so Adarin probably does too, and so even if Isabella's awake, she can't visit without disturbing her.
She orders two people's worth of breakfast - hot cereal with fruit, fried eggs, buttery toast, on a hexed platter to keep it warm, the palace is practically lousy with expensive hexes - and nibbles slowly on her half while she goes over yesterday's notes and what still remains to be done.
She has drafted a letter to her great-aunt (who is, after all, a countess and related to her and occasionally inclined to remember this, and may be able to help in some ways with some things - the loan of this property in the moors, these words in those ears, her recommendation on who to hire for this project) for review by her husband before she sends it, and begun to tediously pick apart some of the incoming mail full of requests and separate out the sincere from the strategic from the insane, by the time Edarial is likely to so much as wander out of his bedroom.
come_midnight
dark_light
"Okay, so, my world in addition to having witches and daemons and stuff has so much science -"
Isabella presents an introduction to germ theory, internal combustion, genetics, atoms, and gravity. As a gentle overview of "so much science".
Isabella presents an introduction to germ theory, internal combustion, genetics, atoms, and gravity. As a gentle overview of "so much science".
royal_obligation
"... That is incredibly useful. We need to use that - as soon as humanly possible."
dark_light
"We haven't actually tried running cable through a portal yet. If they can keep it open somewhere unobtrusive maybe we could give them a little router and an extension cord and get them laptops?"
come_midnight
"...whatever further largesse you're attempting to bestow I assume I'm all for it. My best current idea for a portal is to put it on a hinged plane of wood on the ceiling to take down as needed and put back up, perhaps with some kind of decorative canopy between it and potential observers, when it wasn't in use."
prodigal_miser
"That would work just fine," agrees Adarin. "You'd have to open it for us if we want to come through, but other than that - yeah, fine."
dark_light
"We can leave you mirrors to talk to us with. I don't have any blank ones, though, so you will have to supply those. And wait for Adarin to have more mana again probably."
prodigal_miser
"Yes please. I will be useless for a while, eating all of your food and crashing in your guest room."
come_midnight
"We really should bring you food - should I just assume we have the same tastes...? I can go get something now."
dark_light
"Yeah, trail mix and unadorned bagels and stuff gets old after a while. Probably safe to assume we match there unless you have anything culturally specific and also weird? Stay away from things fermented, very aged, containing any currently living things or air-breathing arthropods, more than modest amounts of spicy, or like - really strongly flavored in any way."
prodigal_miser
"Same. If it works for Isabella, chances are it will for me, too. I'm really not very picky."
As it happens, Cricket is back before Iobel is and he scratches at the door before remembering that the people inside can understand him. "Hey, let me in."
In saunters Cricket. He hops up onto Iobel's chair to keep it warm for her. "Cream is very good," he observes.
prodigal_miser
"I'm glad you enjoy it," says Adarin, because his alt isn't going to say anything. "Hello there."