"You're welcome."

"She wants to be a sorcerer."

"Ah."

"I have a polyglot magic in with the package, I can probably read the ancients' records."

He's just going to. Stand there a minute. Stunned.

"...I can share it and take it back, too, that one only comes with faceblindness."

"...I see."

"This changes everything, potentially."

"I did get the impression it was a big deal."

"This is going to be so great."

"Mm-hm."

"It might be worth seeing if anyone can figure anything out about the artifacts' effects from the sorcerous patterns."

"That'd be useful. It might take ages to figure out the missing ones."

"Not me," Edie's dad says, "I'm not a theoretician. You'll want someone specialized to have much  hope of working it out."

"How hard would such a person be to find?"

"Not terribly," he says dryly. "Considering how much attention your language magic is likely to garner, I think."

Giggle.

"I'll leave you two alone," he says, picking at a leaf on his shoulder. "I need a shower."

"...where did all the leaves come from?"

"Transplanting a tree."

"- I should probably not forget to mention, um, one of my drawbacks is apparently that it really hurts to be around music, I'm not sure if it has to be music with lyrics or not but - please don't sing in the shower."

"I generally don't," he says, somewhere between amused and sympathetic. "But thank you for warning me."

"I should warn Dr. Xavier too - oh, what do I call you?"

"Mr. Lehnsherr, I suppose, if you're calling my wife Dr. Xavier."

"Okay."

Annie has a bit of a hard time picking her head up off Edie's shoulder but she can then go where Dr. Xavier is. Creepy sense: it sees through walls.

Dr. Xavier is going over papers.