"I'll take notes on the back, where would I get a frame?"  Om nom porridge.  "No, Artigas tested Owls on me- when more wise I can actually cast first-circle Cures, it's only as myself alone that I can't."  She's keeping her voice low but trying not to act like it's an embarrassing secret.

"Huh. I didn't think gods picked dumbasses. Thanks for the channels, Nethys."

"Perhaps He truly so likes explosions."  She pokes at her porridge for a bit.

"...did you know gods can't choose clerics adjacent on both axes?"  she bursts out.  "Not merely don't, can't?"

"- yeah? It's like paladins but looser."

Khalida huffs a sigh and puts a hand over her face.  "Does everyone know this already save me?"

"No, but everybody who passed their classes does."

Grumbly Osiriani swearing.  "Why do they even teach everyone such, haven't they special priest school?"

"They covered it before that, in case anybody wanted to be a cleric and needed the motivation to quit fucking around and get Lawful."

Another sigh.  Monch monch porridge.  "Well, seems I must also.  Or if I haven't returned to Balance* before I rise from Neutral, I lose my healing powers.  For doing too much Good."

*The academic-writing dialect of Taldane Khalida learned has different technical terms for Neutral on the different axes, for the sake of letting this sentence make any sense.

"Well, if you want to know where to do some quick Evil you have come to the right section of the Worldwound line."

"I suppose, but wiser myself thinks I oughtn't fuck men any longer, so the most fun choice is gone."  Tiny version of the coquette smirk.

"Tragic! It would be so convenient, you just wait a bit longer to Alter Self and bam, don't even have to sneak the leftover herbs out of the whores' quarters. And with choices like these who wouldn't be swooning," she adds with an eloquent eyeroll.

"And Alter Self is second, no?  I could cast it if I had it, I just haven't the ink for it."  Porridge nom.  " 'S not even as there's better food I could join in, I'd scarcely get anything for it but extra Evil."

"Well, I'm not trying to be Evil any more, maybe it'd give me pull with the Judge if I let you prep it out of my book, only I would have to pretend very hard not to know how long you left it or something. Better food, on the other hand, yeah, no."