"No, no, we were going to watch Atriama."

"We can do that while I hold the door."

"Well, in that case all right."

So Cam goes and holds the door and makes a screen big enough to do Atriama justice.

And luckily he likes it very much and Cam does not have to stop speaking to him at all!!

"That must take so much practice. I'm terribly impressed."

Kiss. "Aerial ballets are complicated!"

"They look it!" Kiss. Snuggle. 

"I'm glad you like it. I would not actually stop speaking to you if you didn't though."

"I was not actually too worried."

"It would not have been a very credible threat."

"You have yet to find other satisfactory sources of hours of highly specific praise!"

"I recorded it."

"Awwwwwwww. The conversational privacy spell didn't interfere? I should probably be careful of that, in other contexts."

"I suppose it's possible the file is empty, I haven't tried replaying it."

"There's more where that came from, if the file is dissatisfying."

"I wouldn't want you to run out. Does the spell prevent notetaking? I'd expect it to work like that."

"No, notetaking's okay, but if a different person had hidden a dictation quill that one wouldn't catch it. 

And I don't think I'll run out. You rather rack them up."

"For all you know I'll seem repetitive after a year."

"You're expecting we'll have solved all of the problems in the world for so many worlds in the next year that it'll get repetitive? And that this'll bother me?"

"Maybe the worlds get samey! Preferable, sure, the spice of life, no."

"They won't all have the same people - okay, admittedly so far they kind of have had all the same people, but that's been far from tedious -"

"I don't think Revelation has a set of your family. Granted we have not checked."

"Haven't checked for a you and Miranda in Flat Arda either, though somehow I just can't see you as a soul Elf twiddling your thumbs in pre-literate Tirion."

"Maybe we're among the unlucky spontaneous humans. Or haven't been born yet even in the chip Elf timeline. Or we're an orc and don't get a chance to do anything. Or we're a Dwarf."

Shudder. "Maybe you're one of the people mes murder five hundred years down the road. There're a lot of them."