"Say all of the people who wouldn't know. You'll like it fine."

"The husband persists in not manifesting. - don't ask the time-travellers, that's not how I want to find out."

Snort.

"As you like." More English, instead!

Sure, English. Cam can read her a poem while she reads along in horror.

More like cackling with glee!! "Humans must lead very thrilling lives."

"I'm not sure 'English' is a leading cause of human thrill, but sure."

"I was more thinking of how fast it reinvents itself - every fifty Years you'd be effectively speaking a different language -"

"Faster than that!"

"You are from a species of lunatics." She sounds very approving.

"I mean, they do also live only about ten Years often less without magical intervention, so that accelerates things."

" - should have led with that - are you okay -"

"I'm fine, I got murdered anyway and my natural lifespan didn't enter into it and we've got mass production on the turning into a magic thing underway."

"Can we help any -"

"You might think of something when you're caught up, who knows."

Nod. "Do you actually have time travel good enough to fix - people who've already died -"

"I expect your grandfather back within the Year but it's possible I'm mistaken."

She hugs her mother.

Yup.

" - okay," she says a moment later, "I found some rooms and I can arrange you concert tickets and a tour and so on, are there any people you particularly want to meet..."

"Anybody you wanna meet, Timothy?"

"Your whole family, actually."

Blink blink. "Can do."