"How did these items get made if there's no way to learn magic? Are the magicians homeschooling their children and not writing any books? How did you learn?"
"Half this stuff is antiques," says the shopkeep. "Look, asking me a dozen times isn't gonna make the answer more to your liking. I don't have Hogwarts in the basement, deal with it."
"But where do you get the stuff that isn't antique - who made the Avalon itself? - isn't anybody panicking about the medallion supply? -"
"Kid, nobody knows how to make medallions."
"But some people apparently know how to make luck charms and protection amulets!"
"I'm not going to give out my suppliers' personal information. I wouldn't do it even if you weren't annoying."
"There have to be books -"
"Does this look like a library to you?"
"Cherry, banana peach, blueberry and whatever I decide I want. Which will probably be strawberry banana. Got it." And she heads smoothiewards.
"Wouldn't hurt. And it's not like sending an email costs a lot of effort. Actually, yes, absolutely do. I want to be as competent as I can at making sure Kanimir doesn't get blown up."
Presently Daphne returns with a cardboard smoothie tray. She hands Jaromira hers and places the banana-peach and the blueberry ones in front of their respective nerding nerds.
Daphne tucks it into her purse and takes out the textbook. She and Jaromira pore over the bits they haven't gotten to yet, occasionally glancing over at one meaning set or the other to see if they happen to catch any errors.
And May sips her smoothie and tots up meanings and slips her shoes off to play subtle footsie with Kanimir.
(Although she does make a mental note that if those two get less discreet she does have an ambiguously-defined girlfriend with which to enact Vengeance.)
She will of course find May quite immune to Vengeance that comes in the form of public display of affection.