"When it is night, the sky is black. When it is day, the sky is blue. When it is between, the sky is many colors."

"Between?"

"Yes. Sunrise when night becomes day, and sunset when day becomes night." She remembers she is magic and creates an illusion of a section of plains under the dome of a sky, starting it at night and progressing it through sunrise, through the day, through sunset and back to night in a few moments.

"Ooh, pretty."

"You don't have sunrise and sunset?"

"No, we do, I'm just impressed by the aesthetics of the illusion."

"The illusion is pretty."

"The illusion is pretty."

She creates an illusion of a bunny nibbling on a carrot. "This illusion is adorable."

Oh no it's too cute.

The bunny abandons its carrot and hops cutely over to a flower petal to nibble on that.

"This illusion is too adorable," giggles Milan.

"Fear me and my hubristic powers of cuteness!"

He cackles.

"Dirt," she says, pointing to the earth. "The dirt is brown like my hair. My hair is a prettier brown than the dirt. The bark of the trees is also brown."

"Your hair is prettier than dirt," giggles Milan.

"I know. Your eyes are prettier than clouds."

"Why thank you."

"You're welcome," she says. "Thank you. Thank you."

"Thank you. That's a good one to know."

"Yes. Please, thank you, you're welcome. That's a good one to know. That's a good one to know."

"I swear I wasn't this good at languages last time I tried to learn one I didn't grow up with."

"Maybe immersion helps."

"Maybe!"

She giggles. "Not humble of heart. Not humble of heart." Her tone strongly implies this is a compliment.