Kanimir is, as he often is, sitting in his library enjoying a book on magic and pondering theoretical innovation. He has an idea; he writes it down. It probably won't pan out, most of them don't, but it might.
"At the advanced stages, spells are activated through words or gestures. Words are much easier to record, so I don't use gestures much."
Most of the books have complicated titles like "Advanced Nuclear Physics and Engineering" or weird ones like "the one with the bit about negentropy that might have gone into fairies," but Kanimir can show her a shelf with titles like "Basic Magic: Volume one" etcetera.
He glances at her clothes. "I see. My condolences. Here we have the technology to mass-produce books."
She looks down at herself, then at what he's wearing. Hand-stitched linen versus...
Nod. "If you're curious I could show you more typical examples; I keep clothing on hand among other human necessities in case of sudden need in one of my guests."