"Still! Even if my powers fail to be sufficiently metamagical that doesn't mean no one will manage it, and I still have high hopes."

"Maybe we'll find out why magical girls are a thing in the first place! Although I've heard some people think they existed before the historical record suggests and that they just died of it for some environmental reason as soon as they starscaped and it folded in with all the child mortality."

"Huh, fascinating thought--what environmental reason, though--Isabella I think you might have accidentally nerdsniped me."

"Oh no! I don't think it's credible that there's an environmental reason that would have stopped being a factor everywhere on the planet in the same month."

"Not a mundane one, but if it were something magical that we haven't noticed..."

"I suppose, but that introduces strictly more complexity than magical girls being a thing at all."

"True. I'm going to stop hypothesizing in the absence of fact, this can be a research project."

"Have fun!"

"Thank you, I will!"

"Anything fun in school or does it all pale in comparison to crackpot origin of magic theories?"

"I like my science class. And English makes Jaromira happy and I like seeing her happy."

"Are you allowed visitors on your campus? Should I come by sometime?"

"Yes, and certainly if you want to!"

"Are there specified times?"

"From after classes adjourn until curfew."

"Which is when?"

"Oh, right, sorry--three-ten to eight."

"Maybe I'll come by tomorrow. How do I find you?"

"My room number is 503. I'm usually either there or in the library."

Isabella writes the number on her hand.

Eee. "I can make you a map when we get back to the ground, if you want."

"Sure."

"On a related note, I thought of a less-low-hanging-fruit way of making money as a magical girl."

"What is it?"

"Large white petals with art on them."