"Huh. So what are the logistics here once I've got a picture of us?"
"The smart move would be one of us," Prime motions between himself and Cypress, "to send the other, and the one that's sent making a portal once there."
He really hasn't been doing much casting, lately. Mostly snuggling, really.
"Should Cricket and Berathyme be in the picture?"
"Sure. The daemons are, and Prime and I can just explain all the animals in question when we get there."
"That works," agrees Edarial. "Zevros is coming, he should be here -"
"Junior sword! So I can teach the other me tricks!"
"There'll be a bit of a wait, I understand," Iobel says. "While they pick out a place for the portal."
"It's cool. I got time. Definitely going to do it, I'm not letting another me beat the shit out of me, this time I win!"
"Because I got another sword and we're going to use that and I bet I'll beat the shit out of them in sword combat!" Pause. "We'll wrap them in something, make them non-sharp and stuff."
"No, I mean, how do you know you'll win, maybe this one will beat you up too."
"So we're waiting for Cypress's Zeviana and then we take the picture and then Prime and I go introduce the new ones to the world of interdimensional alts. Fun."
"I know," says Zeviana, arriving through the portal. "I am pretty exciting!"