"Yes please."

Segda is getting bored and edging away from her.

"But maybe later. I'd like to get settled in today."

"Mm-hm, just a few minutes while the ink dries and I file some things and put in crossreferences."

"Of course. Segda, did you see coming in anywhere you'd want to live?"

"I want to live in the red place!" says Segda.

"It looks fancy and expensive. Maybe if we don't spend all our money on plums."

"I want plums."

"Hmm. Maybe we can live on the other side of town and have a sizable plum budget."

"Red place and plums."

"Are you gonna scrub dishes all day to help pay for it?"

"No."

"Hmmm. Do you have other ideas about how we can pay for it?"

"I dunno how money works."

"We get people to give us money by doing things they want. We spend money to get things we want. So if you can think of something you can do which people will want, probably they'll give you money for it." Is the civil servant done yet.

Yes, here are her copies of forms.

"I dunno what humans want," says Segda.

She takes her copies of forms. "Do you have recommendations on where to advertise the healing?"

"Do you want a permit to post bills on public boards?"

"If that's your recommendation."

It is. She gets a permit.

"Thank you. You've been very helpful."

"That's my job. See you in a few days to pay your balance."

She walks out with Segda. "That's a surprisingly competent system for not having any of the conveniences my magic makes possible," she says to Segda.

"Is it?"

"Yeah, when we didn't have the ethernet or spells for data storage I don't think we had nearly as many forms. Or laws about price-fixing. Oh, I don't know how much you were paying attention but I said we do magic together and that you belong to me. That should make people less likely to kill you when you do illegal stupid things."