The Drill Sergeants glance at each other. The woman eventually says, "Miss Nylund, you're sure this is safe?" Gren nods. "Then I suppose I'll come in while Lawrence starts today's training."

"We need either you or me to hold the door open, so we can see if their thing charges. Time in our world will pause if it closes. I'll do it, I guess."

"...Alright, do so. And summarize what you've found here so far." Gren starts rambling, summarizing Milliways and her conversation with Flora and Amy.

Amy puts an uncharged communication mirror in the far corner of the room, and listens.

Gren is speaking more formally than she has in their entire conversation so far, and clearly trying her best to remember all the little details.

And then Gren is done reporting things. "Amy, Flora, anything to add?"

"What's there to add? We can help, so we'll help."

Sergeant Hamil has lots of questions about how their magic works, what else it can do, what the limits or hidden dangers are, and is willing to drink a fertility potion as a test. Also if they can produce something that grants haste, enhanced concentration, or similar, that would be great.

She looks at what they've already produced so far and offers an amount that Bar translates to... Almost 200 Galleons.

Flora is happy to tell them all about things like that, especially the Wit-Sharpening Potion.

"...Wow... I could get all of the books."

"Woah, thanks!"

She is briefly surprised they accepted what she considered a rather low opening offer with glee. She immediately arranges not to look surprised. "That's if a few tests on whether it works as described bear out, of course. Those cutting hexes in particular will only be useful only if they charge over time as expected."

"Of course."

"Unfortunately we don't know whether the teleporters we have access to can cross worlds, so this may be our only opportunity to trade with other planets. How long can we convince you to stay and continue making things?"

"I think I can stay maybe 4 hours? With a nap. Making potions too long tends to make you tired."

"I don't really know. Might become tired in 5 minutes, might become tired in 5 hours."

"If it's limited like that... Hm. Well, it'll still be a great help, of course."

"And the bar is a person! She can sell us books from the future. Well, so to speak, books from technologically advanced places. Pricey, but she can take from the base's account directly apparently."

"We are also more technologically advanced, so that's another way we could help."

"I do believe I'm <i>very</i> interested in technology. We have... Trains, basic vaccines, crude guns, compasses, mechanical clocks, natural gas lighting. Does that give you an idea of the kind of technology we might benefit from?"

"I'm not an expert in it, but I think after those it was telephones and airplanes? Those are useful, anyway, I suggest getting books on those. I can even explain airplanes a bit because I was interested in them for a while and I researched it."

"We won't have a use for airplanes, I suspect, but some of the design principles may still apply. Witches fly, and can lift fairly heavy loads while flying fairly quickly."

"No, I bet it can totally help. Show them how we went from brooms to the 'wings maybe, see if plane-shapes might do better."

"Airplanes are really big, though."

She draws an airfoil shape and a rough diagram of an airplane on a napkin and gives a brief explanation of it.

Amy judges that the correct amount of time has passed, and checks the mirror. It is charged.

"Hey guys! It worked!" she announces.