"Okay."

"I can Prestidigitate things fine, is there something you want me to go over now?"

"That's the cleaning spell?"  He holds out his hands even though he's pretty doubtful now that it actually gets things on the germ level.

"Mmhm." She prestidigitates his hands.

Do they feel any different?

A little bit! It's a different sensation than "freshly soaped and dried off", since no water featured, but it feels like something.

Well, that's not nothing.  He wants to ask more about magic, now, but first - "How was your day?"

"It was fine - are you trying to just like, learn more about how my school is structured, or what?"

"It would be rude not to ask."

"Well, it was fine, nobody died."

"- Oh.  Okay."

"...to be clear people don't die on most days, I'm aware that 'nobody died' is a low bar."

"...How many people go to your school?"

"It varies, you usually buy one or two classes at a time and take months or years off between depending on finances. Also the school itself isn't very clearly all one thing... Couple hundred people?"

He nods.  "There were seven hundred people in my year back home.  And the schools I've gone to have had a few people die over the years.  ...But not at the schools, I don't think."

"Most people smart enough to spend much time in school, down here, are learning to be wizards, and wizards get stronger in fights, so we have duels sometimes, and generally the healer standing by will cover it if someone overshoots accidentally - or intentionally - but there's always the possibility of mishap."

"Huh.  ...Is there a way to tell whether I'm one of the humans who can get magic?"

"Well, if you haven't noticed sorcery yet you probably don't have it, and I'm not getting an Abyssal cleric vibe off you at all, but do you know approximately how smart you are, like, in a room of ten people would you be smarter than most of them? In like, a math and memorization way."

"I might be?"

"That's a really unhelpful answer."

"...I was in some advanced classes at school.  But I don't know - what the other nine people are like, here..."

"Completely random people."

"You're the only person I've really talked to here, so I don't..."  Hrm.  "I mean, if most people here don't go to school I probably... have more practice."

"I don't mean people here! If I didn't know humans could be wizards I'd tell you it was a waste of time! If you picked ten random people from where you're from, about your age if you're getting distracted thinking about toddlers, how many of them would be dumber than you?"

"Um, six or seven?"  Why does she keep making him guess how good he is at things instead of just letting him try whatever it is.  He instantly regrets picking those numbers and wants to backtrack for different ones, but not as much as he wants this part of the conversation to be over.  So six and seven it is.