"How's the squinting coming along?" Bella asks, after she has finished her first and is contemplating a second.
"Like - when you're kinda dozing off and you can hear the sound of someone's voice but not the words?"
"Those elves are still following me. I'll probably need an escort to get off campus when I graduate, if they haven't given up yet."
"Thanks," laughs Bella. "Now I'm imagining introducing you to my parents."
"I would not expect either of us to be congratulated. He probably wouldn't knife you."
"Probably he wouldn't want to definitively know. If he suspected he'd make sure I had some ridiculous number of rings of protection and, I dunno, tell you to be nice to me."
"Speaking of carrying things, how does that work? It's very nifty."
"How should I know?" he shrugs. "I just put stuff away, and then," a foil-wrapped ring appears between his fingers, "take it out again." He flips the ring back and forth a few times and disappears it back to wherever it came from. "It's great. There's nothing more fun than using sleight of hand to make it look like you're pulling something out of thin air when you're actually pulling it out of thin air."
"I'd like to be able to do that," says Bella. "It seems really handy. I suppose it's just a nymph thing?"
"I think I'd rather learn telekinesis. Less prep time, at least as practical," she winks. And she manages to nudge a pie onto her plate without touching it.