"I suppose, but that introduces strictly more complexity than magical girls being a thing at all."

"True. I'm going to stop hypothesizing in the absence of fact, this can be a research project."

"Have fun!"

"Thank you, I will!"

"Anything fun in school or does it all pale in comparison to crackpot origin of magic theories?"

"I like my science class. And English makes Jaromira happy and I like seeing her happy."

"Are you allowed visitors on your campus? Should I come by sometime?"

"Yes, and certainly if you want to!"

"Are there specified times?"

"From after classes adjourn until curfew."

"Which is when?"

"Oh, right, sorry--three-ten to eight."

"Maybe I'll come by tomorrow. How do I find you?"

"My room number is 503. I'm usually either there or in the library."

Isabella writes the number on her hand.

Eee. "I can make you a map when we get back to the ground, if you want."

"Sure."

"On a related note, I thought of a less-low-hanging-fruit way of making money as a magical girl."

"What is it?"

"Large white petals with art on them."

"Ooh. You could also do, what's it called, scrimshaw!"

"--Oh, yes, excellent thought."

"It's probably being done but I haven't heard of it yet."

"Probably--for that matter, nacre jewelry."

"That I've heard of."