"Jesus Christ, Taylor."

"Cool, isn't it?"

"It's absolutely horrifying. I can't help thinking, yet again, that your mother and I went very wrong somewhere with raising you when I look at what you keep doing."

"Thanks, Dad. I love you too."

Taylor grinned at her father who was sitting on a folding chair he'd brought with him, glasses in one hand and the other pinching the bridge of his nose while he wore a pained expression. She'd invited him along to her warehouse through the tunnel, which she'd had a crew of glowspiders tidying up for a few days, to see what she was up to. Apparently he found it slightly weirder in person than from her stories, judging by his expression.

"And that thing can actually eat rock?" he queried once he'd recovered slightly and put his glasses back on, leaning forward to examine her latest travesty of life as he put it.

"Oh, hell, yeah. It goes through rock like it's cardboard," she replied enthusiastically, looking proudly at the end result of three days careful work and quite a lot of wrong paths. This wasn't an exact science yet, although she was learning more each time she made something from scratch. Having been inspired by a shipworm, which was actually a type of specialized clam, she'd first experimented with modifying one of them but found it didn't quite work the way she wanted. As a result she'd more or less freestyled the next one, and the next one, and the one after that. On the fifth attempt she'd found a combination of nematodes, limpets, several snails, slightly oddly three different beetles, a millipede, and yet again a wolf spider, ending up with what was lying on the floor in front of them.

She found it odd how often adding wolf spider to something improved it…

Her power was basically just sitting back and shaking its non-existent head with a bemused expression by this point, although she got the distinct impression it was furiously making notes at the same time. And seemed strangely proud of her even as it was utterly baffled as to how she kept doing this. Even as it occasionally threw in ideas which made the whole process even less plausible, which was both useful and kind of funny to her.

"Did you have to make it so big?" he asked with a certain level of disquiet in his voice. "It would be bad enough if it was a few inches long. Twelve feet or so is definitely entering the eldritch zone. And all the little legs make it worse."

She looked at him, then back at her creation, which was moving slowly around on the floor with stubby antennae waving about curiously. The thing wasn't particularly bright, not even up to her crabspiders, but it was still much more aware than any normal nematode-ish thing would be naturally. It was also very docile and non-aggressive, something she'd gone to some effort to make certain of, as she didn't want one of these things going after anything but what she aimed it at. Just in case for some reason of them ended up out of her area of control, which was highly unlikely but not impossible. Absent her instructions it would just nibble on rock with a high enough silica content, enough to keep its very strange metabolism going, and more or less hibernate most of the time.

When she poked it into action, though…

"They do seem to end up a bit big on the whole," she admitted. "And one advantage of this guy being this size is he can chomp a lot of rock. The legs are so he can move around in his own tunnels and exert enough pressure to keep his jaws on the rock, and move from place to place if he comes out of the ground for any reason."

"And the ominous red glow from inside the jaws?" her dad queried. She made the rockworm turn its head towards them and open the three-part jaw wide, the top part lifting up and the two lower sections dropping and moving to the side. Deep down inside the throat there was indeed a deep crimson glow, which pulsated regularly.

She grinned. "For effect, obviously. If you're going to make a custom beastie, you want to make it look cool too. The red against all that dark blue-black looks really neat, right?"

"It looks like something you'd send a squadron of knights against and probably not get most of them back, Taylor," he sighed, causing her to laugh for a moment. "Your sense of aesthetics is… very you."

"Yeah, it's great."

"Not quite how I meant it, but whatever."

He shook his head a little then asked, "So how many of these are you going to make?"

"I did some tests to find out how fast he could remove rock, how much he'd dig out in a specific time, and came up with an estimate of how much there is to take out to free up the ship," she replied, going over to her table and the computer, the spiders on keyboard duty already tapping away as he followed her and peered at the screen. She'd found a cutaway drawing of a ship of the class of the one at the mouth of the bay and drawn in as accurately as she could from her investigations the various outcroppings that had penetrated the keel of the ship and kept it firmly in place all these years. One spider pointed at the screen with a leg as she kept talking, making him look at it with an eyebrow up then shrug and live with it. The leg tapped the screen.

"This one here is the biggest, and it's about ten cubic yards of rock," she explained. "This other one at the front is about four, and the two at the back are maybe three to four each. It's more than I initially guessed but not all that much. Basalt is strong stuff, I guess. It's already wearing quite a bit where the ship has been grinding on it but it looks like it would take years and years to get to the point it would finally snap if it's just left alone. I was thinking that if I get rid of these four, the ship will probably roll when the outgoing tide hits it, lift off the rest of the reef, and just fall over the edge."

"That's… definitely plausible, yes," he agreed after studying the sketch she'd made for a couple of minutes. "It's going to be an enormous mass to get moving, as the hull is full of water, but once it starts moving it's not going to want to stop for the same reason. The force the tide will exert on the hull is definitely up around hundreds of thousands of tons, far more than it actually weighs, considering how much surface area there is and how fast the current gets at the mouth of the bay."

"Yeah, there's a hell of a lot of water going in and out," she agreed. "I checked, and there's actually a depth difference inside and outside the bay when the tide changes, because the water can't all get out the remaining gap fast enough."

"I know, I've seen it first hand," he replied, glancing at her. "You can get something like six feet of difference between the inside and outside on an outgoing tide. That's why the currents are so damned dangerous. Even before the wreck was there the mouth of the bay was noted for fast and treacherous currents, in fact. Since then it's insanely lethal at the wrong tide state. Quite a few ships have been seriously damaged trying it, and as far as I know five people died in the process, until everyone finally realized you have to wait for slack water. To be honest I've always wondered how the damn thing managed to stay put all these years but no one has really managed to get inside and check properly. We always assumed it got hung up on the reef somehow but we couldn't prove it. You managed to do that at least."

"Well, with a little luck it won't be there for much longer. I think I need about two dozen of these guys, and it wouldn't take more than… maybe two or three days? About that to chew up all the rock holding the thing in place."

"Huh. That fast? Impressive." He looked back at the rockworm, then at the screen. "Although it you're wanting to make it look like a natural occurrence, you probably don't want to go after the rock inside the hull. It would be better to take out part of the reef itself under the keel. Make it appear as if the entire thing finally gave way. It would also increase the depth at the mouth of the bay which would be helpful, since it gets quite a lot shallower there than it is further inside."

Taylor thought over what he'd said and slowly nodded. It made sense and she hadn't really considered it, but clearly he was right. "That'll take a little longer, but not much," she replied after some more contemplation and a few mental calculations. "I checked and the rocks there are full of cracks. Lots of things living in them. It might actually be slightly easier to carve off a big piece from underneath if I find the right spot. Hmm… Yeah, that's definitely something I need to have a good look at." She was already doing it, hundreds of crabs and copepods swarming all over the reef and down the seaward side mapping out the flaws in the rock, all relayed by the local crabspider buried in the silt a couple of hundred yards inside the bay entrance well out of the way. "Lots of cracks, actually. I think I can do that. It'll remove a pretty big piece of the reef though. Half the size of the ship at least. Will that cause any problems?"

"The local environment will be a little changed but probably not enough to worry about," he responded, going back to retrieve the chair then bringing it over and sitting on it. "It's hardly unprecedented, that sort of underwater rock fall happens quite a lot, and all the life comes back very fast. I expect you can evacuate a lot of it first, as well?"

"Oh, yeah, I can make about seventy percent of the living things on the reef go somewhere else for a while, that part is simple," she assured him. "The fish will be fine, and there's nothing else there that's rare or endangered or anything."

"OK. That's one aspect. And if the collapse is on the seaward side, the displaced water will mostly go out to sea anyway, so there shouldn't be anything much in the way of localized tsunamis to worry about."

Taylor looked at him, then at the screen. "I didn't even think about that," she commented uneasily, worried.

"It's a risk, but the amount of rock is fairly small and it's not going to move all that far, so I don't think it's likely to do anything particularly dangerous," he assured her. "You're not dropping a mountain into the bay, you're only moving a few hundred cubic yards of rock a couple of hundred feet or so. But it's something to consider even so. Waves can catch you by surprise and they can be extremely dangerous. Water's very heavy, after all. But if you set things up so the next big storm we get is the visible trigger then dig out the last parts holding things together, it's likely that the force of the water will do most of the work, as you thought. And in those conditions no one will be nearby in a boat, so you won't have to worry about that, and there's no one living nearby on the coast around the mouth of the bay these days. Not since Leviathan did for Newfoundland. Everything got washed away then and no one bothered to rebuild."

"I think I can do that, yeah," she replied with a nod. "Once I start them digging, I'll see how fast it goes and can come up with a better timeline."

He smiled at her. "It's not an OSHA-approved mining method but I won't tell them if you don't."

"Should they be wearing high-viz PPE, do you think?" she queried with an impish smile, which made him chuckle.

"I'd almost pay money to see that, but considering how you're trying to keep it on the quiet, probably best not to make them too obvious. Oh, yes, you'll also want to think about how you hide the evidence of digging in the rocks. I assume those things leave tunnels? Like drill holes?"

"Yeah, but I thought about that. Once everything has collapsed, I'll have them chew up the obvious pieces with holes in and crush them a little. Most of what will be left should be random lumps, not nice neat holes."

He thought it over and nodded slightly. "That will probably do it. I doubt anyone is going to investigate all that much, once they work out what happened, and the currents will bury most of it under silt pretty quickly too. Especially considering how much will be stirred up by a few hundred thousand tons of rock landing on it. How deep is the mud down there?"

"At least fifty feet in most places," Taylor assured him, having checked. Her dad nodded.

"That'll do it, definitely. Most of the rock will more or less disappear under that. And there will be a huge ship sitting on top of it too. You'll just need to make certain that the reef itself isn't too obviously chewed on."

"I can do that. One other thing that I thought about though… Is there anything left on the ship that's worth salvaging first?"

He looked at her, then the screen, before scratching his chin thoughtfully. "Huh. Interesting point. I'm pretty sure that anything valuable in the cargo was salvaged when the ship went down, at least the stuff on deck. The hold had a few hundred containers in it, but from what I remember of the manifest we dug up at the time, nothing in there was particularly expensive. Certainly not worth the cost to recover, which would have been immense due to where the ship is. It was covered by insurance so the owners ultimately didn't care, and as far as I know the ship status is currently down as abandoned with no one wanting to claim ownership. Like most of the other wrecks out there, in fact. The owners either dumped them here because they didn't want them any more, or claimed on the insurance if they went down accidentally. Sometimes both, I'd guess."

He shrugged as she smiled a little. "Lot of fraud in that sort of thing. Technically it probably belongs legally to the city, but I know they don't want it either, because it's in the way, and if they do claim legal title, they're then liable for damages if some idiot kills himself poking around in it. So they pretend it's not there while wishing desperately it wasn't. The gangs got a lot of the valuable stuff which was accessible, mostly either to sell as scrap, or for Tinkers to fuck around with. But a hell of a lot of it would require specialist equipment and knowledge to recover so no one bothers. I guess if there was some way to drag it all onto shore and cut it up there's at least a few million bucks worth of scrap steel out there but it would end up costing at least as much to get it as you'd get from it, so again no point even trying. Unless you can figure out some eldritch method to do that?" He looked at her with an amused expression.

Taylor shrugged a little. "Sorry. Unless I can design some sort of… huge scary kaiju monster, I guess… I can't think of any way to actually bring it back to the docks. And I think if I did people might get a little confused and worried." She snickered at the thought of what the populace would think if some giant sea monster started salvaging wrecks, her dad also laughing at her suggestion.

"Probably best not to make your own Endbringer, yeah. People would definitely notice. That hornet is bad enough. And that thing." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the rockworm. "I can check the original manifest easily enough, we've got it somewhere at the office, but I'm pretty sure that anything left on board is low value and would be completely ruined by fifteen years or so of being underwater anyway. Containers are fairly water resistant but they're sure not waterproof enough to handle years of full immersion, so they'll all be completely filled with salt water. I guarantee that almost anything in them will be useless by now. Dropping it over the edge into deep water isn't going to be much of a loss, especially compared to the good it'll do to not have the blockage there."

"Great. I was a little worried I might be making something useful much harder to get at," she replied, nodding.

"You won't be. And if it turns out there is something in one container or other we might want, I'm sure you can get at it." He glanced at the rockworm which waved its head at him in a friendly manner, shuddered a little, and sighed. "Even if you have to make bizarre life to do that."

"Yeah, I like a challenge," Taylor giggled.

"So I've noticed…"

"Hey, you want to see how he does his thing?" she queried a moment later. He looked dubiously at the rockworm then her.

"In here?"

"I can test him out on the floor. It's about a yard of concrete, then under that is lots of gravel or something as far as I can tell, and under that is the bedrock. I was planning on using these guys to dig a private tunnel to the bay anyway, which makes it easier to get them into the water without anyone seeing anything, so I might as well start it now."

He shrugged and leaned back in the chair. "Seems reasonable, yes. OK, set worm to drill mode and execute operation, at your leisure."

"Aye, Aye, Captain," she replied, saluting smartly with a grin, as he smiled. "You heard him, Mr Drill! Hop to it!"

The worm extended all its multitude of short stubby legs and straightened out, then rippled over the floor at a speed high enough that her dad raised an eyebrow, until it stopped a few feet from the far wall, on the shore facing side of the warehouse. They were about a hundred and fifty yards from the water here, and roughly forty feet higher than the maximum ever high tide, so she needed to dig down at least eighty feet to be sure to be well under the lowest water level by a comfortable margin. Knowing there were no other tunnels or anything of that nature between them and the shore having spent some effort to thoroughly check weeks ago, she set the rockworm into action. It lifted its head and front section of body then curled into a sort of horizontal question mark shape, opened the tripartite jaws, and then started rotating its head back and forth so fast it was just a blur.

"Jesus," her dad breathed, staring. The worm jabbed its head at the concrete and there was a screeching sound like chalk on a chalkboard only much louder, making even Taylor wince, and her dad clap his hands over his ears. Sparks and dust flew up and the worm rapidly started boring into the concrete, sufficiently rapidly that within a minute the head was entirely under the surface. The noise had reduced dramatically and was more of a crunching rumble at this point, and as it drilled deeper, the sound went lower in pitch.

Under five minutes in only the tail was still visible. It was getting faster as more body got into contact with the surroundings allowing it to exert more pressure. A foot or so of the worm stuck out of the ground, and vanished downwards in another handful of seconds. The hole left behind was about eight inches in diameter and a thin trail of dust was streaming from it, while the floor was gently vibrating slightly underfoot. Taylor walked over, her dad getting up to accompany her, then bent down and examined the results of her efforts. Her dad knelt next to the hole and cautiously felt the edge. "Good grief, that's incredible," he muttered. "Like a diamond core drill was used on it."

"It more or less was," Taylor told him. "I figured out something using a heavily modified organic matrix with inorganic material in it, based on the limpet tongue idea like the exoskeleton is, but my power kind of ran with it and I think the inorganic material it ended up with might actually be diamond?" She shrugged as he looked at her with his eyebrows up. "It's stupidly hard, whatever it really is. The worm can actually bore through cast iron, for that matter. That's what I was testing it on to start with." She waved at one of the scrap castings she'd pulled out of her pile of debris, which had a shiny hole the same size as the one in the floor drilled clean through it. He looked at it with some amazement then back at the floor, before peering into the hole. "And he's really strong. He can dig like that for about twenty minutes before he needs to stop and digest the stuff he's dug out. I honestly don't quite know how it even works there because that's a lot more than his actual volume, but whatever's going on, it seems to ignore little things like the inside apparently being larger than the outside. Power bullshit I guess."

"You made a Tardis that's a worm," he stated flatly, staring at her as he stood.

Taylor shrugged slightly helplessly. "He can't travel through time as far as I know but he sure makes a good go at moving through space. At least space that's got rock in it."

"How?"

"Not a clue yet. And my power doesn't know either as far as I can figure out. It took both of us by surprise when it just sort of… happened. But it works." Taylor looked at the hole in the floor. She could still feel vibrations through the tips of her drider feet, but the audible noise was basically gone by now. The worm was currently about twenty feet down and slowly curving towards the shore, now drilling through bedrock, which was marginally easier than the old reinforced concrete of the floor since there were no steel bars in it. "I'm still tweaking the design, and I can probably increase the speed a bit, but that does seem to work. In something softer he can really move. I think in clay he'd go at about a running pace."

"I can't help feeling terrified even as I'm also feeling impressed as hell," her dad commented slightly uneasily. "Your work is getting weirder by the day."

"Yeah, it's a bit strange, but it's a lot of fun."

"I suppose as long as you're happy, that's the main thing," he replied after thinking for a few seconds, and resting a hand on her shoulder. "Just try not to bring about the end of life on Earth if you can? For me?"

"I'll see what I can do, Dad," she assured him earnestly with a giggle, making him look fondly at her. "Thanks for not getting all strange about this."

He sighed faintly. "I did suggest a hobby, so I can't complain too much. I have to admit I didn't expect…" Looking around, he shook his head, then returned his eyes to hers. "...this, but you aren't hurting anyone, I don't have to worry about you getting hurt again which is a massive load off my mind, and you're learning some useful skills. Bizarre skills, but useful."

She laughed as he smiled a little. "I still think you need to get more friends, and when they finally work out what the long term scholastic situation to be I hope you'll get into Arcadia, but things could be worse I suppose."

"I've got Lucy as a friend, so that's a start, and I guess Amy, Vicky, and Missy might also count now."

"You should go out and play with your friends more, then. Get some actual human companionship rather than those things." He nodded at the half-dozen glowspiders who were all watching them in a line on the table next to her computer. One of them waved a leg at him, which amused her as she hadn't done it. The creatures were definitely pretty smart, and seemed to like her dad a lot. He wasn't quite as enthused with them but he was coming around to the idea of a spider the size of a small cat wandering around the place…

"I'm planning on it soon, yeah," Taylor agreed as they went back to the computer table. The worm was just about ready to stop, now nearly forty two feet underground and drilling an angle downwards still. Once it broke out of the bottom of the bay she could get it into position on the reef in twenty or thirty minutes at most as it swam very well, assuming she'd designed that part right, and she'd move it there overnight. The rest would follow tomorrow once she'd made them and could get there much faster as they'd just use the preexisting tunnel to the water. "I might call Lucy and see if she wants to go to a movie or something."

"Invite her back for a meal sometime," he suggested. "I'd like to meet my daughter's fellow adventurer." She'd told him about their running joke and it had made him laugh quite a lot.

"I'll probably do that," Taylor nodded. Her dad looked at his watch, then picked up his jacket which he'd put over the back of the chair and shrugged it on.

"I'm going to have to get home, I have to make some calls and type up a few emails," he said, turning to her. "I assume you'll be making nature weep for a while yet?"

Giggling, she replied, "For a bit, but I won't be much longer. I've got some more experiments to run for a couple of ideas I had the other day and didn't get around to, but after that I'm going to relax for an hour or two, then finish the school assignments so I can drop them off on Monday, and have all tomorrow free to make more worms."

"Fine, I'll see you later then. Don't get too carried away." He looked around then up. "This building isn't big enough for a life-size Cthulhu."

Taylor started laughing as he grinned at her. "I could do a miniature Great Old One if you want."

"Please don't."

"Aww…"

They shared a look of amusement, then he turned towards the stairs down to the tunnel below, where she'd moved her obstructions to allow access. Following him, she had one of the glowspiders gallop over and precede him into the underground passage. All of them had level two links now, so she could use them as relays too, which had seemed like a sensible idea even though most of the time they were fairly close to her. "I'll send this guy with you so we can make sure no one sees you come out of the agri building," she said. He nodded agreement.

"Bye, dad. See you soon."

"Have fun, Taylor," he replied as he started down the stairs, the blue glow of her spider lighting the way nicely. Casting a glance back, he grinned again. "Although I suppose I see you everywhere these days…"

Which was pretty much true, she reflected as she waved, then went back to the experimental area, while still monitoring his progress with many, many senses. He was her only dad, and she wasn't going to let anything happen to him, after all.

"OK, guys, next experiment. You, you, and you, get on the computer, you, grab my notebook, and someone find me that can of Coke stat!"

Her spiders burst into action, gently guided by her as she smiled to herself, then got to work.

Yet again, there was Science! to be done.

Armsmaster frowned slightly at the readings from the seismometer array that was scattered around the bay, intended to give early warnings of explosions large enough to be a serious hazard, the very rare earthquakes this area got, and mostly as an early warning mechanism for a potential Behemoth attack. It was all part of the main system Dragon had spend some years setting up for Endbringer detection, adding to the old SOSUS array that helped track Leviathan, and the telescope network used to keep tabs on the Simurgh. He had access to the whole thing of course, as it had been a vital component of his Endbringer prediction software idea that he and his friend had spend so much time working on.

He still felt guilty about what happened to Eidolon, even though his various talks with Dragon had helped. She was correct, it wasn't his fault any more than it was anyone's other than the man himself, but he still couldn't quite dismiss the faint regret.

At first wondering if the system was detecting movement from the underground Endbringer, he quickly brought up the rest of the tracking system, and relaxed slightly when he saw that the hugely sensitive network wasn't showing anything other than the expected noise anywhere. Then he wondered if one of the villains had done something stupid, as the readings bore a slight resemblance to what you might get as aftershocks from a fairly substantial explosion. However there was no actual explosion signal to be found when he looked back through the logs, so he dismissed that idea too. Nor was it the right seismic signature for an earthquake or other fault activity, which wasn't surprising as geologically this entire area was very stable. The few faults that did exist were small, under little stress, and for the most part essentially dormant. Not to mention very deep.

Scrolling back through the data he studied it curiously. The traces were small, only just above background level, and hard to localize other than probably coming from somewhere reasonably close to the bay. The layers of silt on the floor of the bay itself, which was thick and absorbent in most places, buried deposits of alluvial gravel, sand, and so on, and the numerous water-filled cracks and channels he suspected were down there somewhere although no one really had any actual map data to show them, distorted and reflected the vibrations. The end result was that he could detect something but not where it was coming from other than 'not that far away.' Which didn't help much as it encompassed everything within about ten miles, an area far too large to investigate. Especially over something he couldn't identify to begin with. For all he knew it was a particularly heavy truck shaking one of the bridges on the interstate just outside the city limits.

Traffic seemed like the most plausible of any explanation he could immediately think of, in fact, once he eliminated all the things he was sure of. Perhaps a bridge was becoming unstable? It had happened before, the nation's infrastructure was known to be in a shocking state as no one wanted to pay the vast sums that would be needed just to repair all the faults people knew were there, never mind all the ones that undoubtedly existed but were being carefully ignored by somewhat nervous civil engineers. And occasionally this came home to roost and something big fell over. It was a major problem which was going to have to be addressed at some point in the future but each successive administration only ended up punting the problem down the road for the next one to deal with, while everything got steadily less reliable.

He considered it inefficient in the extreme but wasn't in a position to do anything about it.

As he watched the vibrations, whatever the source was, stopped. He studied the signal, which was barely above background noise level, the breakers crashing on the Atlantic shore a few miles away nearly swamping them, for a while, then shook his head. Making some notes, he put the matter to one side for now. He'd look at the data later and see if it reoccurred, and if it did, he'd try to work out where it was coming from. Adding a couple of lines to remind him to mention the possibility that there might be a problem with a bridge or overpass to the city maintenance department when he had a free moment, he closed the file and went back to working on the current project, soon becoming so involved in it he forgot to get lunch. Again.

Taylor sighed slightly. That was close. Armsmaster was more observant than she'd realized, and apparently there were a lot more sensors around the place than she'd been aware of. She'd have to make sure the worm drilled a little more slowly to reduce the vibrations. She guessed that once it got well into the bedrock the signals were traveling a lot further than while it was in the concrete and foundations of the warehouse. From what she'd seen through the eyes of a small moth sitting on the ceiling above his screen his instruments hadn't picked the rockworm up until it was around thirty feet down. It was almost at the point it would break through into the silt now, at which point it shouldn't leave much if any traces he could detect. And the reef was probably so vibrationally noisy from the currents and the ship shifting around on top of it that as long as she did the work while the tide was flowing, hopefully no one would be able to pick up the worms at work. She'd have to keep watch and see what happened.

When it went over the edge no one would miss it, of course, but by then it wouldn't matter. And if the forecast for the end of the week to come was even remotely accurate the storm they were going to get over the next weekend would be epic enough that no one would be able to investigate even if they wanted to. It was going to be a proper north Atlantic gale from the weather reports, one that people would remember for quite a while.

For more reasons than one, she hoped, smiling to herself. The aftermath should make a lot of people very happy, unlike what sometimes happened during a big storm.

Satisfied that she had that minor problem under control, she went back to what she was working on, not that she'd really stopped. Being able to split her attention basically an infinite, or at least extremely large, number of ways at the same time was a fantastically useful part of her powers and one she was very pleased with.

And shortly she had figured out something she'd wondered about for a while now, but hadn't yet tested. Rather to her surprise it worked perfectly and left open an entire new line of interesting ideas she could see all sorts of uses for…

Her power seemed to find it rather startling too, but was quickly highly curious about the results.

The two of them had a lot of fun before she finally headed home, content that the day had gone well so far and hopeful that the next week or so would bear useful fruit.

Which was the best sort, of course.