Downstairs the door opens and in walks a six year old girl with a weird animal.
"I don't actually think I'd be doing you favors by hanging out with you and resenting it. You're not actually worse company for the hating-us-all - and it's sort of useful, for the Killing Curse, to really want Melkors dead -"
"Happy to help. You could ex hypothesi get my Maitimo for added oomph if this is important."
"No, the order of operations is the other way around - if the Killing Curse works on Melkors then we can handle your world, if it can't then your world has to stay paused until we find something that does."
"I don't think so and if I did I'm not sure I'd bother you about it but thank you."
"My loose model of our effect on you is that we should be endeavoring not to share things that sound like plot? I can have Cam conjure my alt's notes or something, rather than accidentally say something that gives you more to worry about."
Sigh. "I - I'm not going to say anything. I haven't, have I. If you want to tell me horrible things I will continue to not say anything. But you're not the first person I'd go to for deeply upsetting information I need to react to correctly on the spot, no."
"Loads. Bar does 'em too. This place really screams 'I don't give a fuck how computationally expensive you are', it's very lavish."
"I imagine Bar takes pride in letting her patrons be very computationally expensive."