"1768," says Yseult.

"How positively medieval," Soph giggles in Yseult's direction.

"Which means what?"

"Oh, on Earths there was a period of history that's called 'medieval'. Actually the seventeen hundreds might not have been it, I don't actually know, I didn't do very well in European History."

She laughs.

"You do dress kind of in - period clothes, though, I don't know what period but it is a period."

"I think everyone dresses in clothes that are from a period," says Yseult.

"Except witches," says Helen. "Witches have been wearing silks the same way for thousands of years and it doesn't look to be changing anytime soon." She gestures at her outfit - jeans and a blue T-shirt with a pink flower on the front. "Me, personally, I switch it up sometimes, but almost nobody else does and everyone thinks I am extremely weird for it."

"How come you do it, then?"

"Because I can?"

"Yeah, but you can wear paper party hats all the time, and you don't. Like, even if you do it a lot, you clearly do not do it all the time."

"I don't wear mortal clothes all the time, either. Just when I feel like it."

"Mortal clothes. Makes it sound like the clothes are in hospice or something."

She giggles.

"I wonder what clothes would die of? Split seams and frayed hems? Spilled ketchup is recoverable."

She giggles more!

"This conversation is making me glad I can just repair my dresses with squares or let the wardrobe fix them," remarks Yseult.

"Ooh, do you have a magic wardrobe?"

"I do! At the castle, anyway. Sometimes I travel and then I do not."

"So it is not a magic walking wardrobe with little magic wardrobe feet."

"No," she laughs. "Although that is adorable and I might enchant one now."

"Awww!"

She conjures an illusion of a little wardrobe with round stubby little wooden feet. It walks in circles around the table, edging one foot forward at a time and wobbling back and forth a little as it moves.

"Awwwwwwwww!"

Yseult laughs.