"Seems plausible. Literate developed world accustomed to small children safely handling deadly critters."

"Yeah. The Elf presence adds as many complications as it solves. And with wait times this long, lines'll be a real problem. At home people can wait half an hour."

Nod. "Is Evening taking point on that world then?"

"He's been reading up on it but I don't think he's attached if you want it or something."

"No, I was just wondering if he had something he was working on, seems like it might help with the being an unexpected fork thing."

"I think he'd much sooner not have existed but he'll be okay."

"That's good."

"You okay?"

"I suppose I too was not consulted on being brought into existence but I can't say I resent the people involved. Maybe it helps that they like me and wanted me?"

"We need to make a run for bicorn horns, or possibly bicorns, soon."

"Are they photogenic? I bet zoos would love 'em."

"Would they let us harvest the horns, though?"

"You could make that a condition of letting the zoos have them."

"I don't want to especially draw attention to Hazel's reliance on non-conjurable animal products, though."

"How are you planning to handle the dragons?"

"I was not planning to mention dragon heartstrings are a wand ingredient, but this batch isn't destined for potions supplies."

"They're just the ancestors of potions supplies?"

"It just seemed like a good idea to have breeding populations outside Hazel and actually accessible."

Nod.

He stands up. "I should get some sleep."

"Sleep well. Love you."

"Love you."

Minor watches him leave, frowning.