delta v over delta t when there is no t

[ertia]

In a bar, there is a girl.

She looks like she has saved up all of her decadent and slothful impulses for a solid decade and is indulging them all at once. She is sprawled on a couch with a book she's only half-reading, and an ice cream sundae, and smiiiiiiling.

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[first_and_final]

[alicornucopia]

The planet has four moons and a set of lovely rings, Bar continues. The population density is rather high but not, mostly, urbanized, as most of the reasons to centralize don't apply. Kithabel's home is the Sunlit Satrapy, but except for governing parties forwarding information about tasks to do to sorcerers they are unlikely to intrude upon your life very much.

[first_and_final]

"Thank you," he says. "As for the drink, do you offer recommendations? It seems to me that you're also in a very good position to give people things they'd never think to ask for on their own."

[alicornucopia]

I do and am.

[first_and_final]

"Then I'd like whatever you recommend, please."

[alicornucopia]

Here is a mug of something hot and almost buttery. It steams.

It goes very well with his toast.

[first_and_final]

"Thank you. My faith in your recommendations is entirely vindicated."

[alicornucopia]

Why thank you.

[first_and_final]

[ertia]

"What'd you get?"

[first_and_final]

"Surrounded by eavesdroppers, apparently," he says, glancing over at the couch. "I have no idea what this is but it's delicious."

[ertia]

"You're not that far away!"

[alicornucopia]

It is called a "butter mug" or a "hot morning" depending on locality.

[first_and_final]

"The bar says it's called a hot morning. And I am still out of what I'd consider conversational range with anyone who has no significant elven ancestry."

[ertia]

"Elven?"

[first_and_final]

"Apparently you don't have nonhuman people in your world; well, we do in mine, and elves in particular have, among other attributes, very sharp hearing and the ability to project their voices to specific people across a distance."

[ertia]

"Oh. I do maintain all my senses a little sharp - not enough to feel creepy about it, by default, but I didn't have any trouble hearing you from here."

[first_and_final]

"My own mother's a quarter-elf, it's not creepy exactly, I just don't expect it of people by default."

[ertia]

"I wonder if most people at home will have better senses than you're used to from humans? I don't know what the baseline even is, but nobody wants things to be blurry..."

[first_and_final]

"That sounds like the sort of question that might profitably be asked of the knowledgeable interplanar bar," says Milan.

[alicornucopia]

Unfortunately, my own senses are uncorrelated with either and it's difficult to figure this sort of thing out from the published works of each world in which no similar scale of vision measurement is applied across the board.

[first_and_final]

"The bar isn't sure. Well, thank you anyway," he says.

[alicornucopia]

You're welcome.

[first_and_final]

He continues to drink his delicious drink.

[ertia]

Kithabel lounges. She accepts food recommendations from Bar and pays her with 'Satrapy sorcery credit', which she explains as deriving from the principle that sorceren are a valuable public good and should not be inconvenienced or delayed in attempting to acquire goods worth less than a certain medium-sized amount. She gets a room and naps and comes back and reads.