"- Janet?"

No doctors, nope, not gonna do it can't make her.

"...she's a dentist. But, you know, Janet, a lot of people have doctorates and aren't doctors of the kind you go see if you're sick, they could just have advanced degrees in art history."

"It's confusing they all use the same title, isn't it? Anyway, she isn't coming to look at your teeth, Janet..."

She pulls a knee up to her chest and wraps her arms around it.

She'll meet her. It's fine.

"And you'll probably want to work on it if you're afraid of doctors - you seem healthy now, but even magical girls with healing powers, if they have no degrees in using them, can't cover everything that might come up."

She brings her other leg up, too, rests her chin on her knees, doesn't look at Flora at all.

"I'll start fixing dinner after the wedding's cleared out, you can meet Joy or eat in your room as you prefer, and the Parisis will be here around seven."

Okay.

Flora leaves her alone till dinner, which is noodles; Denice receives hers in a bowl with a suggestion that she could hold the bowl as though drinking the contents and scoop the pasta into her mouth.

She's still withdrawn come dinnertime, and eats in her room. 'Drinking' the noodles works pretty well; she washes up afterward and returns to her room to wait.

The Parisis are five minutes late, but then Flora brings them over and knocks.

She opens the door promptly.

Hi.

"Wow," says one of the Parisis (pair of horns, jewels embedded in her skin from the outer corners of her eyes down her cheeks, pointy ears, tufted tail, many-layered linen-look outfit in gray and lavender and ornamented in gold and white gems). "Flora mentioned the spell but it's really something to experience. Hi, Janet, I'm Kate."

"Kashvi," says the other Parisi (four arms, lots of piercings, sari in a hundred shades of red with blue embroidery).

Yeah, it's nice not to have to talk.

Kate's jewels are pretty.

"God thinks so too," grins Kate. "Your star motif is great."

"And the wings, those look like they'd be real cozy to sleep under," says Kashvi. "I only do wings when I need them, I never got used to them indoors."

Kate gets the tiniest grin.

The wings are cozy, yeah. And they don't get in the way much, that's why she picked this kind.

"I keep getting people asking me why I don't have this or that, or why I don't just have it for five minutes to do something with it," says Kate. "Last time it was... screwdriver shaped fingernails or something like that, why did I need to buy a screwdriver, people don't get that it's not a toolbox, it's how we are, these people wouldn't ask a mun with long hair why they don't chop it off come summertime..."

That's - cute. Like a new kid who doesn't know how things work yet, or new staff who's going to wash out in the first week. She's really glad Kate is not hers to worry about.

Her other spell helps with that kind of thing, do they want to see?

"Sure!" says Kashvi.

She's not actually sure what a screwdriver is, so she just repeats the same set of objects she did before plus a pencil, and mentions the bike and that she can't do everything.

"You could definitely do a screwdriver that way," says Kashvi. "It's much simpler than a bike. Probably not a drill - well, maybe a drill, if the lamp works."