"- if there's something useful around here for me to do, Mendings or Guidances or something, of course I can occupy myself with that."

"She'll love you forever for half an hour of Mendings. Okay, I'll try to be quick." He casts Fly and zooms off.

Blai goes and finds Liss and tells her that he can re-use orisons and has Mending prepared, is there anything that needs fixed.

...yes. Yes there is. The church of Pelor gets a lot of donations; not all of them are in good shape. They don't keep the obviously worthless ones but she still has a whole room of things waiting for someone to have a spare spell or a spare hour to patch them up. 

He will cast Mending till Raafi gets back.

Liss keeps coming by and standing in the door, twitching her tail in excitement, though she never stays for long.

That's weird but he can't really ask her about it mid-cast.

She stops eventually, and comes back midway through his fourth casting. She doesn't interrupt immediately, but when he's still going after a couple seconds her face falls. "What are you doing?"

- he loses the spell but catches it out of midair. "Is my version worse somehow?"

"Yes? Mending takes a few seconds." She doesn't really seem much calmer. "Let's go get Raafi." She herds him out.

Okay. They can go find Raafi.

It's not far back to the main desk. "Traveler Raafi, does it make sense to you that your friend here would take, what, a full minute, to cast Mending?"

"...I didn't know he would but that does make sense, yes. He's from a different world; the gods made magic work differently there. It's why he can cast it repeatedly in the first place."

   "Ah. I'm sorry for my tone, there, Select Blai; I thought you'd been casting who knows what."

"It's ten minutes. I'm sorry, I didn't realize they'd be different - other different spells have had different names so far. I should see if I can get yours and still catch it."

"Worth a try, definitely. I do wonder if that's the only difference, though. Liss, I'd like to apologize too, I would have told you if I'd known."

    "It's fine, Traveler, no harm done."

"Anyway, I've booked the auditorium for after lunch; have you thought about what you want?"

"I don't know what's available."

"Well, it's a city, so most things somewhere, though if you want dwarven-elven fusion we'll need to come back with a reservation and if you want to visit an orcish mead hall I'll want to prepare different spells first. How adventurous are you feeling?"

"I'm on a new planet," Blai points out. "I don't know what your dwarves and elves eat. I don't even know what my dwarves and elves eat. But I generally avoid alcohol."

"Those weren't serious suggestions, just illustrative of the range. More realistically there's an elven-inspired salad place a few blocks over or a halfling sandwich shop a little further than that if you're in the mood for something not aimed at humans, or there's a place that does sandwiches and baked or fried potatoes that I like that is, or we can get street food."

"Potatoes are good."

"Sure."

The potato place offers shredded marinated beef or chicken or, for a limited time, grak, with vegetables and optional cheese, either in a hearty roll with a side of potato wedges or thin-sliced fried potatoes or as a topping for a baked potato with a side of coleslaw or roasted turnips.

Raafi orders the grak - it's a type of lizard, he explains, sort of bland but they'll have spiced it - on a potato with turnips.

Chicken and cheese on a baked potato with coleslaw is good.

The food comes quickly; it's tasty and filling.

"So how are you doing so far? Any questions or concerns? Other than that last thing, I mean, I'll be more careful about your spellcasting going forward."

"Compared to almost all possible outcomes of being on another planet I think I'm doing very well, though people keep asking me logistical questions I can't confidently answer."

"Just things like the lunch question, or have there been other cases?"

"Oh, like wanting to know when you'll be back with the barrels. Nothing major."