"Congratulations, premature though it may be."

"It's a good sign for whether I can even learn spells.  Or not a bad sign."

"Mm-hm. Under wraps underground but it should earn you a living upstairs if you know one of the moneymakers - Light wouldn't be one I don't think, though I might be wrong, Prestidigitation and Scrivener's are probably the ticket there."

"Right."  He really feels like he doesn't want to die basically at all today, which means he needs to be careful even though he feels basically fine and like things are basically fine.  Kind of rough how those things balance each other in the wrong direction.  Potentially.

"Have a good day."

And she's off to school or whatever it is she does all day.

He picks out a novel while there's still light in here but spends a while practicing the spell instead of heading straight out to the kitchen.

There's still light but can't be much of it left, when somebody sticks her head into the cave.

- He was adjusting his sleeves and not doing anything with his hands that has anything to do with magic.  The sleeves, they are so adjustable.

"You have a name, right? She's letting you keep it and not just making you go around being called Niss's Boy Toy?"

"It's Beau."  Wait, does he have to call her something.  "Miss."

"It's Beau? Does that mean anything in some sunshine language?"

Oh, no.  ".....It's from one I don't speak."

"What's it mean though."

"I think, uh, beautiful or something."

She finds this extremely funny, apparently. "Oh, you were born for this then!"

It should be really relieving that she's doing this instead of noticing his attempted magic.

"I don't really see it personally. Even when the lights are out and you being pink isn't distracting me."

And how pink he is.  "I guess there's no accounting for taste."

"I didn't even think she gambled. I wonder what she had to put up to get you."

Does he have to lie?  And make something completely up?  - Oh.  "I don't think it's my place to say."

"You're funny, did she know you were funny when she dealt into the card game or whatever," Sovi giggles.

"I don't think so."

"Lucky her." Sovi stalks around him, inspecting him from more angles.

Since he's sitting, not all of the available angles are upward!  There's a desk in the way on that side, though.

"If she gets bored of you I bet you'd be pretty tasty."