"Don't tell me what to do. It doesn't matter anyway, if appearantly people just randomly hear about us and come by on a visit."
"The group is a bunch of celebrities. IRIS is still more or less a secret."
The Angel Investor floats around, continuing its transmutation air into various foods and drinks as a product demonstration.
Will investigates the demonstration!
"What are the limits on the transmution?"
They can't seem to figure out where she is.
Not even Will?
Who is of course there. He tries to be on-site for all weird things.
Anyways, he's staying away from the big guy's Shade. Which is clearly visible to Will.
"Next time your uncle Devon visits."
Kyle says really wishing Devon doesn't visit soon.
"On an unrelated note, do you have contact information for Devon?"
"My cousin. I don't know what that makes him in relation to you..."
"First cousin, once removed."
"How in the gods' names are you that young-looking at that age?"
"Because I'm an elf," she says matter of factly.
"Even Kyle figured that one out on his own, N'Thara."
"Before the revelation of magic? You mean you didn't know it existed?"
"We--well, they, I'm not from around here--knew about magic, their own at least, but to the world at large magic was unknown until a relatively recently."
"Stop, ADLIH."
"ADLIH? Creative..."
Kyle sighs.
"Not much I can fucking do about. I could remove your voice functionality entirely but I doubt you'd like that."
"I'd recommend trying Marie's help."
Angel stares at Alistair.
"I...I...I don't feel good..."
She throws up. On Alistair.
Angel just sort of stares, horrified.