"Bar?"

All sorts, Bar assures them. What can I get for you?

"How do you feel about spicy?"

"Sounds great. How exactly are we paying for - oh, I guess you can just magic up money."

"...Right. Money. Um. What kind of currency do you even take? I imagine it would be hard to use fiat currency across universes..."

I can take arbitrary forms of currency, any form of credit you can demonstrate licit access to, and barter.

"So if you give me a bit of something valuable I can increase it by however much two lamb vindaloos on jasmine rice would cost?"

Yes, I can take both returns and counterfeit.

"Awesome."

"Money is so weird."

"Enh. It works. Mostly."

"I know. Isn't any less absurd for all that, though."

"I grew up with it, so maybe I wouldn't notice."

Lamb vindaloo! It is so tasty. And spicy.

It is both those things! At some point Edie starts to stir.

"Heya, kiddo."

"Hiii," she yawns, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

And the older version of herself scoops her up and carries her around and tells her all about magic.

It's adorable. 

Odette is good with kids. This does not come as a surprise to her younger version, who adores what few much-younger children she's had the opportunity to interact with, and plans to be a teacher when she grows up--"probably still something not this if you don't teach it to kids when there's grownups around and it's not an emergency."

Awwww. She's going to be such a good mother to Magdala Istanáro - damn it, Edie's a mind reader...

Edie: Is preoccupied with her bigger self! And, you know. Trying not to read peoples' minds. Just sometimes failing. Regardless, she doesn't react.

Oh good. He'll just watch the two of them playing around, then, and Huan will relate his good opinion of variants of Edie.

Edies would surely be flattered if they knew.

Edie wants to know if Odette is going to marry Tyelcormo, which has more to do with being six than having any reason whatsoever to suspect that anything other than kissing happened in her absence, and Odette says probably, because regardless of why her small version was asking it's true, and her small version is utterly delighted and wants to be flower girl.

"What's a flower girl?"

"A flower girl is someone who walks down the aisle throwing flower petals at a wedding!"