The stranger child looks at her, chewing. Tilts its head.

"You don't happen to have seen a portal to civilization around here, have you? I'm looking for portals to civilization."

"No."

Sigh. "Figures. Are the mushrooms good?"

"Yes."

She doesn't take one, because that'd be stupid. "Do your people have the same kind of magic as the humans here?"

"I wouldn't want to be magic," comments the little stranger.

" - the local human kind? It sounds a bit dull. Arcane magic is better than that."

"Is it? I want it."

"Well, I'm still getting my bearings here and I don't know what'll explode us but - maybe? Would I get in trouble with somebody, you look like you are a child and children typically have people who have opinions about endangering them."

Child makes a gesture. It's hard to read its face through the feathers, if the expressions would even mean the same thing; the gesture could be anything.

"Didn't catch that."

"I want the good magic, give it to me."

"I want to go home, can you help me with that?"

"No. Magic!"

"Kiddo, have you taken any classes on diplomacy."

"No."

"Seemed like it. So diplomacy class is the best class aside from magic, it's really useful. It's about how to get people to do what you want. Telling them to do it doesn't usually work if they don't know you."

The stranger child seems to get bored halfway through the sentence, judging by its wandering gaze.

Maybe even though this child looks older than a human three-year-old she should be thinking of them more as a human three-year-old. ...though in that case where are the parents. "Where are your, uh, people who will worry if something bad happens to you?"

"Dunno."

"That sounds worrying."

"I want to learn the magic that's good."

"I will teach you if it's okay with your - parents or caretakers or whoever."

Little stranger scratches its arm. "Oh it is."