"Okay," says Isabella slowly.

"Sure!" says Kas.

"This way," says Shell Bell, glowing with excitement. "Sherlock! Tony! Matilda! Look who I found! This is Isabella Amariah, and her friend Kas, and I have reassured her that we aren't zombies just because we don't have owls or snakes or anything following us around."

"Hello," says Isabella reservedly.

Petaal waves a paw.

"Hi!" says Matilda. "You're very magically interesting, has anyone ever told you that?"

"Aww, you found another you, Bell! Congrats!"

"I am a witch," Isabella tells Matilda. "...Are you? You're not dressed like one, but clearly the usual patterns don't apply here."

"Arguably I am, but I don't think I'm a witch like your world does witches," says Matilda. "You're all... glowy. And so are your little friends."

"We're daemons," says Path indignantly.

"I don't think that word means the same thing to you that it does to me," Matilda says placidly.

"He's my soul?" tries Isabella.

"Yes, please!" says Bell. "So, what's your world like? It has witches, apparently?"

"And daemons," says Isabella insistently. "I don't know how you do without your own Pathalan. How do you get honest information about what's going on in your head without a daemon who can look at it from the inside and outside at the same time? And... do you only have humans where you're from? We also have panserbjorne," she shrugs. "Armored bears."

Bell resumes floatiness. Matilda listens in fascination.

"I have to do it myself," Bell says. "I guess having a daemon does sound useful, but I think I get good results just talking to myself. I have an audio recorder I talk to - what's technology like in your world?"

"It's 2013?" says Isabella. "Um, I have a phone?" She pulls out her phone from the little bag that always sits between her shoulderblades. "It's fairly new, so, this is where we're at. Why is Matilda floating you three?"

"Her form of magic is contagious," explains Bell. "Our world doesn't have any, so we're trying to get some here. Can you teach yours?"

"You don't have any magic?" exclaims Isabella. "That's terrible! But - I can only teach witch spells to witches. Even if Kas's daemon turns into a witch shape she can't cast them; we tried it. Although she can fly cloud-pine and feel celestial light just fine."

"Celestial light is sexy," says Petaal.

Bell looks quizzically at Kas, and says to her alt, "But you can still do magic. What kinds?"

"All kinds, as long as it's okay if it takes me a couple tries to work out the kinks in a spell," shrugs Isabella. "Witchcraft is better at natural things - people, daemons, plants, animals, weather - than at anything to do with machines or whatever, although I can work with those - it's more fun to spend an afternoon figuring out a verse to make my phone behave than to fly to the store and get them to do it. Uh, specifics. I can heal, and call animals, and find out things about anything that'll sit in a divination circle for me, and my teacher keeps bothering me to curse somebody but I don't know of anyone who really deserves to be cursed, and besides, I think as soon as she talks me into that she'll be bothering me to try killing somebody because she thinks I can get away with it because my dad's a cop. Some older witches are kind of cavalier about that kind of thing."

"From what I've heard about your dad, I'm pretty sure that makes you less likely to get away with it," comments Kas.

"Yeah, I know, right? Part of my apprenticeship agreement is that I don't have to do anything I sincerely consider unethical. So that's nice. Even if she's always going on about how the fulness of witchcraft requires trying everything."