“We take potions. You swish it about if you’re feeling toothache or itching. Once a week. Of course, I know a few [Knights] who’ve needed most of their teeth replaced, but I don’t see the point…”

Another difference. Cara rolled her eyes. She was trying to explain basic dental hygiene, but Ser Dalius had no knowledge of bacteria or…anything. She tried to pull up something on her iPhone, wondering if she had an image of bad dental hygiene.

No internet meant no pictures. She sighed. But then…she stared at an icon on her display.

“Does your magic box have power for another song, Miss Cara?”

Ser Dalius asked wistfully. He saw the young woman smile. She checked the power. 35%. Not great, but…it wouldn’t be too much power wasted, would it?

“Hey, Dalius. I just had an idea. Stand there. Or float, would you? I’ll show you something else from my world that’s as good as magic. Better, maybe.”

“I hardly think that’s possible if you don’t have healing potions or tooth rot curatives. But very well.”

He floated haughtily over to where she was pointing. Cara tapped an app and lifted her iPhone.

“Okay. Just stand there and look at me. Look at the iPhone. Right here.”

He did so, blankly. Cara hit a button. After a moment, the ghost called out.

“…What am I supposed to be doing?”

She laughed, tapped the screen again, and walked over.

“You did enough! Take a look!”

Mystified, he stared at the screen. Cara angled the iPhone. The [Knight] saw…

A dark tomb. Coffins, illuminated by a pale glow, and a glowing fire in the background. And in the middle?

His eyes went round.

“Is that me?”

Ser Dalius was a frozen image in the air. Astonished, the [Knight] looked at Cara.

“That’s a mage-image! Clear as day! Your artifact can store those?”

“Your world has pictures? Not just paintings?”

Care blinked at Ser Dalius. Both of them looked astonished—then laughed. Ser Dalius peeked at himself again.

“Is that truly me? I look so…”

His features clouded. Growing further transparent as he stared at the see-through man. Cara eyed him, concerned.

“There’s more. It’s not a picture. Here, keep watching.”

“It’s not? What do you m—”

Ser Dalius saw the image, the video, begin to move as Cara hit the play button. The [Knight] stood there, blinking a few times, floating. Then he spoke.

“…What am I supposed to be doing?”

The suppressed guffaw of laughter from Ser Dalius was all that Cara wanted. He laughed, and grew fully-featured again. He pointed at the screen.

“I did that!”

“Of course! It’s a video!”

“Moving pictures? A stored memory? What an artifact! Can you play it again?”

“Of course. Here—”

Cara made the five-second clip play once more. It was hardly the peak of comedy, but Ser Dalius laughed at himself, at his blank look.