It's a slow day at Milliways, and the kobold is getting bored. Usually she'd solve this with a math lesson, or a conversation with Bar, or just heading home to catch up with her tribe, but one of her friends asked her to do some scouting, recently, so that's today's task. She goes up to her room for it, makes a portal to a random ship, and watches.
"Like - you could have an artifact bowl that turned water you poured into it into soup; turning water into soup would be the bowl's artifact magic. The spell form isn't a thing in the real world, like a bowl is, but it's still a thing that exists and can have artifact magic like that."
"Well, in the backyard, anyway. There are human-style rooms for rent, too, but I'm more comfortable here, it's like home. We can go in whenever you're ready."
"Oh, when you said the backyard I imagined walking, but I suppose you probably don't have much reason to walk places unless you're adding to your repertoire."
"Mmhmm. The bar might have a free drink for you - regular patrons get one, but I've never actually done this before. They're a person, the bar."
Shrug. "Magic. They don't remember how they started, lots of people ask that. They talk by making napkins with writing on them, but telepaths can see them just fine and everything."
A little girl with a flute; she's in the infirmary talking to the on duty staff right now. You just missed a fellow who wouldn't take antidepressants even at a discount, unfortunately. And someone very annoyed that I couldn't sell magic items who left in a huff.
"Not your fault," she pats the bar, then turns to T'Mir. "There's not much going on right now, but we can people-watch."
"That sounds fun." She sits at the bar and sips her drink and asks the bar if she has a standard introduction to the place; she gets one and reads it.