This is not Idaia's closet.
It's something weird.
That could be either a really good thing or a really bad thing.
She probably wasn't going to succeed at what she needed to succeed at anyway; worth the gamble.
She steps inside.
If we wanted to be really convoluted I could speak Pax and subtle arts you a translation but that seems like overkill. I will just be magic at her.
I will find out! she says, picking up a gadgety looking object. She pokes it, holds it to her ear, and says things in English to it.
Anyway, I heard you would be okay with taking me shopping? I can pay you back in Quenya practice or once I've reconstructed more of my research in magic.