She runs down the list - colors, conjuration of thoroughly pathetic objects, flavors, making things dirty, gentle temperature effects, light slow teekay.

That'll keep him entertained, he says with satisfaction. To the great benefit of the whole court.

That's what I thought!

It'll also be popular for people who want to sell cold foods. Keeping things cold is a real challenge here, we've yet to find a good solution.

There's magic boxes for that too! Prestidigitation can't actually freeze anything, some food is nicest frozen.

A magic box for that would be astonishingly popular! You're going to be more widely adored than the King in a few years, at this rate.

Well, I don't know about a few, or whether I can top 'come on, seriously, let's move to paradise' as an opener, but I'm looking forward to it.

He laughs. It was a surprisingly tough sell!

Which is why it's so impressive! High effort high return.

People had experience with the Enemy trying to talk them into leaving, they were very wary. It took a lot of nerve and a sort of - sense of how much potential we were losing, living in the dark there.

Nod.

Miriel's taken up embroidery again, and she and Finwë spent an hour today having a ridiculous debate over some artistic point. They both couldn't stop laughing.

That's wonderful!

Whatever you did, it made a lot of difference. She's still upset about the memories but it doesn't seem to be consuming her, and she's not in pain. That makes a tremendous difference.

I'm still hoping I'll find something that's better but I'm glad I was able to make this much of a difference this fast.

"Here I am. How are you today?"

"I fell asleep." He pouts. "But that might mean I can do magic again! I didn't try yet because I didn't want to waste it."

"You should be all charged up again if you slept long enough. And you know you can do eleven of the very simple level of spell before you're all out," she says.

"But I'm not gonna sleep again for a week if I don't have to. So I should do two a day or something." He's scowling. "I can't wait to figure out how to not run out of energy."

"You'll build up more," she says.

"How? By practicing it? But how can I get better if I can only practice eleven times??"

"...Well, not instantly," she says. "I had, I think about sixteen cantrips a day when I was in ninth grade and it took me a few dozen experiments which did anything yesterday to feel like I was low."

"That's more than I have," he says, pouting again. "When is ninth grade?"

"I was fourteen."