“I thought you didn’t play RPGs?” “Well it wasn’t quite in that context,” Taylor explained, hastily. “I got handed a bunch of spells and… and—“ She glanced around, as if there was space for eavesdroppers, and lowered her voice to a murmur. “I figured out how to make a fantasy nuke. Time Stop. Transmutation to the right type of uranium. Greater Teleportation. Boom.” “Ha! Yeah, loads of the old fantasy RPGs have exploits like that.” Antony shook his head, relieved. Taylor had made it sound so serious. “But no DM is ever going to let it fly. Sure the spells might allow it but where’s a wizard going to hear about fission bombs?” “Yeah, where would they?” Taylor echoed, with a nervous chuckle.