The care package provides the summoner with vastly more nice things than could possibly have fit in that tiny box! They emerge one after the other and arrange themselves conveniently while sparkling with little colourful lights.

The snake is magical and undeterred by shooting. It goes on hissing and trying to bite her - but as soon as it succeeds, it vanishes, leaving behind a mark that's more of a bruise than a bite.

The summoner is amused but puzzled! He eats a square of fudge.

The bad person is reasonably good at snake dodging, and calms down when it vanishes after a few minutes of scrambling.

And now all the remote control operator has to worry about is her future of being unable to eat food or manipulate objects not currently on her person. At least her bubble will bubble along with her when she walks places, so she isn't stuck where she is forever.

What's Cam up to? Still on the gadget with his dad?

The remote control operator lives on her spaceship, so not being able to manipulate objects does kind of leave her stuck in one place.

Cam is just finishing up on the gadget with his dad. "Yeah, Dad, I will totally come by and make you a decent fishing lake soon. Sure, but just the once. ...Yeah, probably. All right. I'll be by in a while."

Cam transports himself to his father's house. His father does, in fact, already have exactly the house he grew old and died in. (Renée got an RV. They were lucky and both have a rotating set of roommates sharing their largesse.) He collects his dad, who hugs him tight. He makes them a motorcycle apiece and lets his dad lead him to where he wants the lake: there is a quarry, of sorts, near Charlie's house, where people have dug up the infinite earth of Limbo to turn it laboriously into bricks for walls and crude structures.

Cam fills the lake with water and pondweed and makes a set of fishing gear, and would like Teah to supply the fish.

Teah is happy to oblige!

Starting next to Cam and rippling outward at astonishing speeds, fish appear in the lake. Many are Earth species, but most are decidedly not. There are little ones and big ones and ones of various medium sizes. There are ones with huge gorgeous shimmering fins that trail artistically in the water; there are ones with gleaming jewel-toned scales that change colour in smooth gradients from head to tail; there are long white eely things spiral-striped with a single bright colour each, like wiggly candy canes.

"All right. Let's see what kinda fish my friend made us," says Cam.

And he casts the fishing line, and Charlie casts his.