"She'd be damn pleased to hear you call her that," Olaf says, grinning as he thinks of Michele. "Seriously, though, next time you pop into my version of Auckland, give me a shout and I'll bring you by to meet the goddesses. The family won't be happy, but..." he shrugs, as casual as he ever is. "They're never happy."

And it's not like bad things can transcend space and time to reach here, can they? He's sort of hoping and banking on that not being a thing.