"Not all kids are irresponsible snotlings ya know. I mean, it's mostly magic, but don't forget about the other colors I have. Maybe I can sell potions of Cure Lesser Wounds for six bakrans a pop."

"You might get takers for that. I'd try it, anyway. And you could be the most responsible person in the world and it still wouldn't be safe to send you into my world alone."

"Eh, you adults are all the same. He's a kid, don't actually listen to him or anything. Whatever. Bar, can I get like a sign and markers?"

Bar provides. The kid starts writing, reasonably neatly.

"Kiddo, if you walked into my world by yourself, it's not impossible that I'd get fined for letting you in and you'd get auctioned off to the highest bidder. At best the imperial government would decide I owned you."

...He gets up and moves two seats further away.

"Yeah, a lot of people here object to our laws! I take it your world has morals."

"Should I be talking to someone from Slaver World, bar?"

I don't see any reason why not.

"Well, yeah, people have morals. At least they're supposed to."

"Good for your world, mine is... still learning that. We're not all that bad, if you were older I might be inviting you to move in."

He sniffs loudly. "I'm not gonna go live on a slaver world. The school already acts like it owns me. Locked me in my room for two days for basically no reason one time."

"Are they confused about morals."

"Apparently knowing more about a thing than a teacher is 'disrespectful'."

"I think they're doing morality wrong. Are there other kids in danger who'd be better off living in Milliways until they find better worlds to move to?"

That's a stronger reaction than he was expecting.

"...Not gonna hand a bunch of kids to someone from a slaver world. Most kids aren't as sneaky or careful as me."

"Do we have to tell them where I'm from? It's not like I'm inviting them there, they'd just probably be safer here."

"How would they afford to eat and stuff? And they'd miss their parents and friends and siblings. I bet most kids would be more scared here than at the school, actually."

"Then I guess that idea won't work. ...I don't really know how to make parents better, if I knew that I'd be doing it at home."

"The school's kind of awful 'cause they only need to make parents happy not kids and sometimes parents know what's best for you but are wrong... But I can look out for myself. You think everyone who walks in is your problem or something?"

"Maybe I just have more morals than your teachers!"

"Like being the only person on Slaver World who doesn't want any slaves? I guess that'd be hard to do. Idiots want whatever people tell them they should want mostly and kids are all idiots."

"I wasn't an idiot when I was a kid."

He shrugs. "Most kids are idiots. I do stupid stuff sometimes. And idiots don't think they're idiots."

"I do stupid stuff sometimes, doesn't everyone? You don't seem like an idiot to me."

"Maybe the injustices dealt against me have hardened my youthful optimism into a hard nugget of cynicism prematurely."

"That might explain why none of the kids I've ever met were idiots either."

"I bet they were idiots waiting to happen and you just didn't realize it. Hey, do you want a potion of cure light wounds for six bakrans? Or an immediate casting of it for three."