Whee indeed. Edie may or may not be grinning like a loon, she can't tell, she can't see her face to tell whether or not her grin counts as loony.

Waltz waltz waltz. "I never went to school dances or anything."

"Because you didn't have anyone to go with or because they're not your kinda thing?"

"Because I would've tripped and broken my neck. I sat out of gym. I could barely walk across a level linoleum floor without falling."

"Oh. Wow. Anything diagnosable, or just--really clumsy?"

"Just really clumsy."

"Was it just a balance thing or did you also have dexterity problems?"

"Mostly balance. My gross motor control wasn't that great, I'd knock mugs off tables and stuff, but my handwriting and so on were fine."

"Oh, good. Not being able to write well would suck."

"Especially for me."

"Yeah. So it could have been worse, and now it's not an issue."

"Yep. Don't even have to spend magic on it, free with the package."

"Aaand the package is much better now, thanks to the magic of not having to kill your monsterfied peers to not join them."

"I don't have a way to de-witch witches, so I do still have to kill them, but yes."

"...Yet."

"Yet!"

"I feel disproportionately proud of having introduced you to my world's magic."

"You should be. It might literally save my entire planet."

"I mean. Saving the world is kind of in my job description."

"And you saved an extra one."

"We're awesome."

"We are!"

Particularly swishy waltz step in lieu of unwaltzly twirling. "I wish I had a way of getting Milliways doors on demand. Or--consistently, anyway."

"Maybe you can get a spell for it."

"...I'm going to finish my letter to--and--wait--I just realized it's probably possible to use Milliways to cheat at archaeology."