"Count me in favour of explaining the roses," says Anna.

"Yeah same. Who's volunteering?"

"I can explain but I'm not gonna demonstrate the part where they come out."

"What are roses?"

"Do you, like, not have flowers that look like this," she asks, gesturing to the flowers at her wrist, "or is it just the magic version that requires explaining."

"Flowers are different in Aluvanna. I've seen flowers like those before, but they were different colours and not magic. Please explain the magic."

"So our word for the flower is roses. These are magic roses. Most roses are not magic. Magic roses are symbiotic organisms that plant themselves in your body if you prick yourself on them, give you magic, and hurt like a bitch. Each of the different colors gives different magic."

"Huh," says Ashras. "That sounds useful. What's telekinesis?"

She picks up the light wand. She does not use her hands.

"How hard is it to learn how to use magic roses?"

"How hard like how long or how hard like how much does it hurt?"

"Like how long."

"Depends on your pain tolerance, creativity and drive."

He starts laughing.

"Are there any extra flowers?"

"There are some I can make more of... should I?" she asks the other three.

"Cass, I forget, did you get the enchanting things power?"

"Not yet, why?"

"I thought maybe you could enchant a scrying thing to spy on their Enemy or a lie-detector to confirm their story," she sighed. "I really really doubt these people are, like, magic Nazis or anything, but how would I tell if they were."

"...I feel pretty confident that they're not magic Nazis," says Cass. "Like, I dunno. They were being nice to the random flying girls from another planet even before we turned out to be stupidly powerful?"

"Not exactly definitive proof but I get what you're saying," says Anna.

"...What is a Nazi?"

"Wow, um, I am not qualified to actually explain Nazis without a lot of angry screaming and probably some crying. There was a war, they were unambiguously the bad guys, people use the word as a synonym for evil if they feel like being dramatic."

"Well, we aren't those."

"It's not that I don't believe you it's that it would be really, really bad if we decided you were the good guys, armed you, and turned out to be wrong."