"I don't expect so but even if it did now that you're here and not far away you cannot imagine the blog posts if we hurt you somehow."

"So yeah. That makes sense."

"Okay. Do you want me to demonstrate summoning for you and try to get the chargers worked out?"

"We might need other stuff -"

"Makes sense. You can come up with a list and I can come back in a couple hours?"

"...okay."

"Is there something you'd rather?"

"- I don't have any concert tickets I don't want to run down scarce resources our parents might not be here yet by then -"

"You can also buy things in the stores, you have enough money on your bracelets to cover groceries and clothing and electronics and toys for the kids without even dipping into the money on their bracelets, and you get the same amount every month."

"- oh."

"This is more useful if you want things from home, but you can never summon anybody and you still won't go hungry."

Nod.

There's a knock on the door again.

...he goes and opens the door.

Almarë extends her hand to offer him his pocket everything. "I emailed them. I'll let you know when they get back to me. Everything okay?"

He holds his hand so she can drop it into his palm. "I think so."

She drops it. "Oh good. Elë, teach them how to direct message me, okay?"

         "Yeah. Do you want to go pick up takeout for us -"

"I'm technically still at work - the Prince calls it a day at sundown so he can go have his new girlfriend but he hasn't actually adjusted the shifts -"

         "It's not respectful to -"

"I actually think we have a solemn obligation to make fun of the royal family so the refugees can observe how nothing terrible happens."

        "I think they will fail to conclude they can safely make fun of the royal family."

"You can safely make fun of the royal family," Almarë says to Kenyo. "You can safely say anything, there aren't laws about what people say. Elivar's has really fast delivery."

       "That's a good idea."

Almarë vanishes.

"Prince?" asks a twin.

"Uh, the Noldor are a monarchy, we have a king and his children and grandchildren are princes and princesses and they are in charge of things. Prince Canafinwë is in charge of contact with the world you're from and Almarë works for him."

"Oh," says the twin.

"The girl he's seeing is a red just like you! It was on the news."

"...seriously?" asks Kenyo.

"Yeah. Uh, from Tapa? Not wherever you're from - her name's Peka and she's really pretty though it's really not very professional of him to be leaving shifts early -"

"A prince is dating a red girl? - and is letting people find out -?"

"Oh he kissed her downtown in the middle of the street, he could hardly have been more public about it if he'd gone on the evening news. - it's not - I'm sure it's not - he wouldn't take advantage of someone -"