"Was that Monty Python?"

"Some things stick."

"Damn it," mutters Cypress. "I didn't get that reference. I am not yet fully native, love, we have to go on another movie binge."

"That's not movies, that's sketch comedy. Cam, can I get a box set, DVDs?"

"You sure you don't want a flash drive?"

"Oh, that makes more sense, if fancy future flash drives will fit it." She accepts one. "Thanks."

"Yay, more culture for me to absorb! Thank you."

"I'm not sure how much of it you'll get. It's old and British and - Cam, is this my version or yours?"

"...Mine. Do you want the one with daemons? That didn't even occur to me, that's hilarious."

"Yes, I'd rather not be distracted by the members of Monty Python being zombies. We like my gone-native husband how he is."

Cam hands the first one to Adana to get rid of and makes a replacement.

"I've never seen this," observes Adana. "I'm kind of curious now. Is it any good?"

"Yes. But if you want to watch it you probably want a better format than that. And I'm not sure how well it's aged."

"All right, then, zero guilt for making it go poof if it can be seen in a better format." And lo, it becomes air.

"I was quoting the Cheese Sketch, for reference."

"I'll watch that one first," she promises.

"This could be an alt bonding exercise. Get together and watch Monty Python."

"It would be weird to watch something without daemons in it. I could, I don't mind, but I feel like half of the storytelling would just be conspicuously absent."

"You've had one for how long?"

"Two years," snorts Cypress. "I went native very quickly, it helps that I didn't actually like my culture."

"I guess that might help, yes."

"It has its nice qualities," muses Prime. "Once you spend a couple centuries driving morality into the metaphorical culture's skull."

"Meh. I'm just stealing all of the people away from the mages and giving them nice things. They might figure out it's me eventually, but I bet they won't figure out where I'm putting them."

"Witch-wards," singsongs Ice.