"Yeah, this world's records are electronic enough that I have some trouble working around them."

"Can't wish things into a computer system? I can have them edited but it's not risk-free and I haven't the leverage to keep the yellows out of trouble if they get caught doing it."

"I can wish things into a specific computer but not to create consistent widespread records—or rather, I can if I know enough about the system and where I should insert things but not just straightforwardly wish for the desired end result."

"I might know enough about the system to pull that off, then. Citizen IDs are on file in a national registry and regional databases, both of which have on-site and off-site backups, lists name, address, year of birth, caste and child credit number and taxpayer ID number and the identification numbers for formal licensing in fields that require it and for security clearance if you have it. You shouldn't try to give yourself credentials, that's harder to fake. It'll want to know your parents, I can look up some greens who died. The system also tracks how often your records have been accessed, and by who; a convincing fake usually has an access from accounting every year to match things against your tax records, an access from your university to confirm you're green and a legal resident, maybe an access from your landlord to check the same. Tax records if you're pretending to be a student you want us to have the standard student exemption form on file, legal details should match."

"I don't have a landlord, I'm not actually living anywhere, and I have been only unofficially sitting on classes, I'm not actually enrolled, there was apparently some blue who wanted to be green and was brilliant and convinced the teachers to help him get enrolled and they changed their policies since then..."

"You should probably have an address on file but I can put you down as sleeping on a friend's couch for paperwork purposes. Do you want to enroll, might limit your flexibility some."

"I don't, particularly, I was using that so I could learn more about your world and culture and the returns had diminished enough that I decided to go to Orvara."

"All right, sleeping on a friend's couch and trying to make it as an actress or something - no income to report and no one will expect you around. Is that enough information to wish you into the system?"

"If I'm not physically near the computer I'm doing this to I should at least be near a computer with an open connection to it. I'm also genderfluid, I'm not sure if there are any official things that would take that into account."

"Gender's only on the paperwork for the purpose of caste, if you're not capable of childbearing or child-fathering then it doesn't matter in the slightest and can probably be left blank." Tap tap tap - "this computer has an open connection to all three relevant databases - national, regional, tax forms. The couch you're sleeping on is 4922R, University, 765340. Your parents are - Hafat Ilin and Kasa Menalat, died in a train accident two years ago, estranged from their family because he married purple."

"I'm capable of child-fathering and probably can stretch my magic to become capable of childbearing but I'm definitely not going to do either so that works." She reaches into the little pouch she carries with her and gets a piece of rose quartz about the size of a human head.

She doesn't do anything visible, but the crystal—becomes dust, all at once. And then she catches all of the dust in the pouch before even a single speck of it falls to the floor, moving fast enough her arms become a blur, and she attaches the pouch to her hip again. "Should be done."

He checks. "Congratulations on your Anitami citizenship, Sadai."

"It feels a bit ironic that you cared that much about counterfeiting money for a few heaters but not about this—unless that was for show?"

"To who, the reds? No, I'm just not sure how your money-counterfeiting works and what'll happen when the very confused police try to run the bills to figure out who last had them but it's plausible the answer is not 'the stores get paid back'."

"Won't the bills I left there be traced back to you, then?"

"Yes and the investigator whose job it is to tread lightly when things look oddly blue will stop by and I'll say yes foreign intelligence operation that got hampered by the storm please do make sure all the shopkeepers are squared away and there's nothing on the books."

"'Foreign intelligence operation.' I suppose it was strictly that, wasn't it. Okay. Thank you."

"My pleasure. Airports are going to be closed tomorrow but I could get you a travel visa and flight to Olvala midweek."

She purses her lips, but nods. "Voa's closer."

"It is. Trains go there and they'll be open sooner than the airport."

"When are you planning to tell Governor Avalor about me?"

"I'm trying to decide who to tell on the council and how much to tell them, and then after that conversation I will call her."

She nods.

"How can we best get in touch?"

"I have a pocket everything," she says, showing it. "I could in theory make a magic something if you want to be in extremely untraceable contact with me."