"Your template might have a natural talent at it."

"So if the Valar wanted to let only a few people summon I bet they could do that, and we could pick people who are qualified."

"That might work fine, sure."

"Still chip yourself in Sanity, though."

Cam nods. "Hold the door for me?"

He does!

Cam steps in and makes himself a chip.

...

"I don't think it's working."

" - that's inconvenient."

"Yeah. I might have to look really sad at Timothy."

"While you do that I will see if I know anyone qualified to figure out how to get chips working for daeva."

"Thanks."

He doesn't, but he knows someone who can describe the problem well enough to get some research attention. He does that.

Cam goes and flops on Timothy. "The chip was a failure. I will have to make do with my brain as-is. How will I ever cope. Pity me."

"I am supposed to look upon the things you have accomplished with your brain-as-is and pity you?"

"Just imagine how accomplished I'd be if I'd been loaded up on blessings!"

"We have the answer to this hypothetical! You talk a pantheon into not sucking, apparently. It takes a while." Snuggle. "You can have it when I'm sleeping."

"And invent writing, that too. Bah." Kiss. "Thank you."

"I am assembling you a present that is nearly as good but it is not quite ready. Maybe tomorrow." Kiss.

"My surprise?"

"Is it still a surprise? I am not sure Mingling understands the concept."

"Well, I don't know what it is besides surprising."

"Oh good." Kiss. 

Kiss.

And it is not the next day but the day after that he gets the last letter he needs and he goes outside when Cam is occupied and draws thirty summoning circles.

One by one they fill up with demons.