Doorshuffle! She can osanwë her set as long as they're in town.

Which they are!

"Welcome to the multiverse!"

"It's horrifically depressing."

"Must be, if you think so." And then he sees his alt and - "awwwwwwwwww -"

"I'd forgotten how young we were -"

"You were so adorable you hadn't grown into your height at all -"

"If these weren't my parents," Timothy tells the room at large, "I would tell them that this is a popular use case of a potion from my world. But they are my parents and already kinda skirting the line, honestly -"

"Wouldn't that require a lot of planning ahead?"

"You cut off a lock of hair on your wedding day. It's sort of traditional."

"This is for humans legitimately the most noninvasive way of getting the applicable potion ingredients in any quantity."

"Of course it is."

"We haven't been using hair when we experimented if it worked with Elves, don't worry. ...that was approximately as horrified as you looked at the methods-of-public-execution debate."

"If I were called upon to actually prioritize I doubt you'd find fault but juxtaposing a rather intimate form of mutilation with one's wedding day is in fact unpleasant."

"I apologize. So you know, humans cut their hair regularly, every couple months or so. And we shave every day - do Elves even shave -"

"Of course not."

"How does that - you know, you could write up a fact sheet and then we wouldn't have to upset you with questions, and vice versa, ours can include 'this is the range of atrocities people will reasonably expect you to commit if they are in your power' -"

" - does this multiverse have - physics textbooks, or anything -"

"Yes, ask Bar, be more specific."

He takes his wife's hand and hurries off to do that.

"I'm sorry. I legitimately didn't mean to upset anyone. Though you are incredibly precious."