That does work. She's not sure if it'll make marks or how long they'll last if it does, though.

"Well, it's worth experimentation. Maybe you could use a cartoon pen around a real ink part," says Julie. "And maybe you can type. It's fine, some girls don't even like to have hands."

Okay.

Winona smiles at her. "Is there anything you want to ask us?"

She has to think about it.

What do you do?

"I'm a Coast Paladin. There aren't enough magical girls to patrol the whole ocean and get swarms as they happen, so swarms that appear there have a lot of time to get faster and join up with themselves and other swarms till they're huge monsters," says Julie. "When that happens I'm one of the people who goes to fight them. Sometimes I'm away for a few days if they have to fly me somewhere in the middle of the sea."

"I work for the American Thaum Union," says Winona. "We work on getting rights and recognition and resources for magical girls - we were on the coalition of people fighting for the right to same-sex marriage, for instance."

Fighting monsters sounds cool. She doesn't understand Winona's thing.

"Like, if you decided you didn't want to have hands, the ATU would help convince whatever school you were going to that they had to figure out how to help you get an education anyway," says Winona. "Sometimes people get young magical girls on employment contracts that aren't good for them, and we get into legal fights about that. Sometimes we work with the Church on things to do with religious persecution."

She's still not sure she really understands it but that sounds very cool.

Winona smiles. Her teeth are very shiny. "It's kind of complicated and sometimes even tedious, but I think it's worthwhile."

"Is there anything else you want to know about us?" asks Julie. "Or think we should know?"

She doesn't think so.

It was nice to meet them.

"It was nice to meet you too, Janet," smiles Julie, and Winona waves, and they let themselves out.

"That went well," opines Flora.

Yeah, it did.

"I have more poetry, if that's what you like."

Yeah. Please.

Flora gets her more poetry, and leaves her to her own devices.

Poetry!

She goes to bed eventually, a couple hours before sunrise.

Flora knocks around ten to find out if she wants lunch (sandwiches).

Yeah.

She'll be a little less panicky about it this time if Flora asks what kind, but still demures on actually giving a preference: whatever Flora is having will be okay.

Then she will get a turkey sandwich with mayo and a ton of pickles and a slice of Swiss cheese on it.

It's an edible food; she eats it, and at no point expresses the slightest emotion about it.

Is anything happening today, she asks, when she's getting close to done.

"Today there's a wedding, from two to five, and my girlfriend Joy is coming over for dinner and will probably stay the night, and Dr. and Mrs. Parisi will be coming by to meet you like the Glories did after dinnertime."

She freezes at 'Doctor'.