She wants their charts.
And Cam can make them.
"Yeah," he agrees, still snuggling her. Snuggle snuggle. He has the urge to twirl her around, but he's sort of worried that would not go over well.
Snuggle! "I want to see how much of what we got up to today is noticed before inviting him out for more of the infrastructural fiddling. And he says he's going to look up - advanced - seeds? Which have been more domesticated for longer periods of time and will be easier to grow or tastier or more nutritious or something. And he'll come back and give us some of those."
Predictably, Iobel is picked up and twirled, and then put back down and giggled on some more.
"Absolutely wonderful! We still need to manage an immortality hex, though, to explain why we're properly immortal in, oh, fifty years. Also, to outdo Ice and Cypress."
"... I'm willing to count it. Just once. If Cam makes our robot army superior in some way."
"Well then, I'll see about designing something good for him to set us up with." Pause. "Also, I want to work on a hex to restore the mages' mana, because they're a huge limiting factor in finding cool things."
He is not serious.
"And, I'm not looking forward to outdoing Ice and Cypress at all, nope. That would be petty. If incredibly justified."
And that is when he flops most of his weight onto Iobel, mischievously.