SECTION 13

You decide on the chamomile teas, since the last thing this situation needs is a few heavily-caffeinated beverages thrown into the mix.

“Tea?” you ask as you take the three teas over to Lornstrum, allowing her to take her pick of cups. She eyes them all suspiciously, but eventually takes one. You take one to Reginald, who looks ready to tear the intruder limb from limb, and keep one for yourself.

“Great Bird, I get it. You’re British,” Lornstrum snaps. “You like tea. Want to throw in some crumpets or scones or mash a sausage? You’re both a couple of walking cliches. I’m going to be so glad to be rid of AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Lornstrum’s scream is due to the Reginald Bain that has launched himself toward her, robe flapping behind him like a cape.

“It’s sausage and mash, you philistine!” he cries, before barreling into her. She tries to get a shot off, but he smacks her arm to the side. The blast sears harmlessly into the ceiling (Well, not harmlessly. That sort of thing is not good for the it. There’s going to be a scorch mark at the very least.).

Reg and Lornstrum are basically wrestling now, and she’s holding her own against your much larger husband. But she’s definitely not happy about it.

“Watch what you’re grabbing, you oaf!” she shouts. “That’s an experimental temporal transitional shunt! If you break it, I have no idea what will happen!”

“Then surrender, and I won’t be forced to…”

SNAP!

You have barely a second to register the sound of something cracking when a shockwave throws Reginald and Lornstrum apart. You’re smashed up against the window of your quarters, but you can see the remnants of Lornstrum’s temporal transitional shunt on the floor. It looks like a large belt buckle, but now it’s sparking and wavering and…

…it explodes.

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