Ha, of course it is. Father is such a good sorcerer, it must have been him. She takes a fresh notebook from her pile of them, and hops up onto the bed next to it, and begins trying to pick her way through what the cube told her, without putting it into words.

It's so many tiny things - she numbers them, at first, because she doesn't know how many there are, and she gets to two hundred and nine. Then she invents little symbols that suit each one and puts them beside the numbers, and they should be hard to remember but they aren't because the cube told them to her.

She knows how to make these symbols spell long words, and what words will "sound" right and what words will not, and a little about what they might do...

There would need to be many many layers of building, words and phrases and sentences and paragraphs and pages and chapters and books and series and corpuses and shelves and stacks and libraries of letters before they would do anything.

But they will do things.

They'll do things and she has them and they're hers.

Loki grins from ear to ear, and starts composing a spell.