They blink at each other. "Ohhhh," says Maitimo after a moment, "that shouldn't be a concern on Araman but it will be in the Outer Lands. We don't package things. Things do not deteriorate over time in Valinor. The Valar like it that way. You can leave salmon around on your counter for a Year and it'll still taste perfectly fine. Please do whatever packaging you normally do and include, ah, can openers and equivalents."

"...that is an interesting local property," Cam says. "I don't normally package things at all, I just make what I'm gonna eat, but I know how humans do it. Okay, lemme come up with some reasonable array of comestibles..." He fiddles with text on his computer. Hopefully Fëanáro is not about to walk by because he's doing this in English.

Fëanáro does not walk by. Maitimo mentions that data compatibility has been figured out and they have a patch they think Cam can run titled 'patch for Cam' that'll allow him to interact with the local internet. 

"Cool. About to be obsolete as I fly off into intergalactic space but cool. D'you want a freezer, best way to preserve a lot of things is freezing but if you have a local freezer design because ice cream or something it'll be easier for you to power them without running down a ton of batteries over time?"

"We do have freezers," he says, "including ones made for ships if I recall - I'll look it up -" and a moment later there's a design.

"All right," says Cam, "you want me to translate this list so you can confirm you know what all the stuff is...?"

"Sure. Thank you. I don't know whether planet-making is the sort of thing you can multitask on but if so the medical people are talking to me right now with all sorts of suggestions on the coma problem - my fault, I told them it was top priority..."

"There will be a very long boring stretch," Cam says, "where I'm just making a jillion tons of planet; the design and terraforming stages are less multitasky." He translates foods. He's keeping it simple - flour, not pasta or bread or tortillas - but he has included nice things like herbs and spices and chocolate.

"Great. Then if you want them on your ship too they can talk at you during the boring stretch and be trusted to shut up during the rest. I have heard of all of these things, as you likely guessed from the fact our language has words for them. Thank you."

"Okay. Nonfood things besides can openers?"

"Nothing comes to mind. I can have a list for when you get back from talking with the Valar."

"Sure." So Cam does not completely fill all the cargo bays, just most of them, with a reasonable lembas/whatever ratio. "Food: done. Any good reason not to take a model of ship I already know how to drive down to Valinor, do you have really fast intrasystem transit or anything like that?"

"It'd be a day's transit in what we have."

"Okay, my model might actually be faster then unless this is a really distantly orbiting moon. So... back in an amount of time, leave me anybody who's meant to come along to see the planet get made for whatever reason, I'll meet up with you at Endorë when that's sorted?"

"Thank you," he says. "Good skill on the talk with the Valar and the planet-terraforming."

"Thanks."

Cam makes himself a cute li'l space shuttle. "Any last-minute anything?"

"Communications with Valinor are reasonably fast, we can keep in touch while you're travelling if you run across anything else on the internet you have questions about or so forth. Once you conclude oaths exist I can swear to be as forthright as possible with you and then you can ask anything you're avoiding asking for functional-working-relationship reasons."

"Sounds good." He hops into his shuttle. He makes a clean model of his computer with nothing much on it and runs 'patch for Cam'.

And now he can access their local networks and once he gets to Valinor their internet. 

Yay.

Hello Valinor. Where on you do Valar live.

The Valar live on the peak of the Holy Mountain Taniquetil, which he can easily pull up pictures of: scenic, geologically implausible, center of the main continent. There's a sprawling and stunningly pictureque city around the base of the mountains. 

Anywhere good to land around here?

Plenty of places, in the city; no obvious ones higher up the mountain, unless he wants to land directly in the middle of the thrones of the Valar in the seat of their power which he probably does not want to do.

...well, he thinks about it, but no. He lands in someplace that looks suitably disused in the city and hops out and if nobody wants to know what the fuck he flies for the mountain on wingpower.

There are people who want to know what the fuck! They take a while to assemble, though, and watch him fly off a little astonishedly.