"We're astronaut wizards. There were totally people living in the prairies before the white pioneers got there."

"The word 'pioneer' still has a meaning even if its primary historical associations are inaccurate."

"True. On the other hand, astronauts are cooler. And wizards wear stars and moons on their robes anyway."

"Astronauts are cool."

"I'm going to get sets of robes with astronomically accurate heavenly bodies on them."

"And wear it on Halloween?"

"And wear it in front of other magic users, and get away with it because I revolutionized the future field of magic and they didn't."

"Our students, if we wind up going that route, will mock you behind your back."

"I shall have such impressive accomplishments that I lend the robes gravitas by association."

"Ah, then I may have to take up the habit too. It'll save me picking out clothes in the morning."

"I have a reasonable set of clothes that suit my aesthetic and all look good together, so I can just grab whatever comes first to hand in the mornings." Kanimir's aesthetic, based on a bit more than a week's observation, seems to consist mostly of blacks slacks and dark jeans, long jackets, and shirts in various styles and colors, mostly either button-downs or t-shirts with nerdy prints.

"I'm very jeans-and-t-shirts. But still. Robes are yet more grab-and-go."

"As long as you have them made out of sensible, washable fabrics, yes."

"Of course I would."

"So there you go. We shall start a new trend, and people shall mock cartoon wizards for the astronomical inaccuracy of their robes rather than the existence of star-spangled garments at all."

"Yes. We shall." Kiss. And back to spell development.

Kisses and spell development. Kanimir's life is exponentially better than it was two weeks ago.

May is pretty delighted with the situation too.

Eventually, it starts to get late. "I'll look into the carbon paper and see if I can get some before tomorrow," he says. "The flashlight wand is likely to take longer."

"Yeah. Household use: pasta. Magical revolution."

"Magical revolution," he agrees, grinning, and then he really does have to leave.

"Kiss goodbye?"

"Hi."

"Hello. It's nice to...well, not meet you, we've met, but we didn't really hang out for very long. I halfway feel as though we ought to apologize for bailing," Jaromira says, laughing a little.