"Hi, Ms. Zaneta."

She appears behind Sadde. "I couldn't actually hear you over that, Sadde. And it's "Mrs. Sokolov", but feel free to continue using my first name."

"Then why'd you ask?"

"I didn't ask, I said I hoped." She smiles.

"Oh. Right."

"So, your afternoon been better than your morning?"

"Mmhm."

"So, want to see your room?"

"Um. Sure."

She zips her there. 

"Sorry about the clutter," she says, gesturing at  the piles of old books and boxes of papers scatered around the room. "I thought you might find the books pleasantly distracting."

She approaches one of the piles and looks at the cover of the first book.

Ethical Approaches to Natural Selection, by Jacqueline Baumgard. 

"Please don't think I agree with anything in there," says Zaneta, looking concerned. "A friend wrote it."

She raises her eyebrows at Zaneta but says, "Alright."

"So, is there anything you'd like to tell me?"

"Is there anything you wanna know?" she counters.

"You don't raise five children as long as I have without learning how to tell when one little girl is keeping something from you. It's all right, dear. Unless you cook kittens or something."

"That's not what I mean. It's just not a helpful question and makes me feel guilty that I could have done something wrong or something and you could just ask what you want know instead."

"My apologies. Do you have powers?" 

"Thank you.  Yeah I do," she sighs, making a ping-pong ball appear in her hand.

"Ah, an illusionist I take it?"

"No, why do people think they're illusions? They're real."

"Actual object conjuration is rarer. Unless all you can do is ping pong balls."

"No, I can do anything!"

"Really? You haven't run into a limitation yet?"

"Well I haven't tried everything because it was a secret..."