"You can't make more of your passing-for-human things? That sucks."

"Yeah. It really does. So I want to learn how, or at least get a system set up so we can collectively get to learning how."

"I wonder if there's a good way to get you something that'd do that from my plane? I can't think of an off-the-shelf product, but maybe an applied enchanter could come up with something."

"Maybe! What's your world like, anyway? It sounds like you have all kinds of magic. We just have the one."

"Uh, well, there's lots and lots of sapient species, but as far as I know none of them are winged deer. And there's lots of specialties of magic, but again, I only know high school level arcana and nothing about divine magic - I can tell you that at least those two things are both magic as opposed to, say, subtle arts, which technically aren't. Annnnd dragons aren't extinct? What do you want to know?" Pause. "I haven't introduced myself, I'm Bella."

"Oh, I haven't either - I'm Darren, nice to meet you! Just - assume I want to know everything, it's easier. What's subtle arts?"

"Mental powers. And telekinesis and pyrokinesis, for some of us. - I'm a subtle artist but I'm not reading your mind, I don't do it without permission."

"... Thank you, for not doing that, that would freak me out!"

"Yeah, no kidding. Most subtle artists don't read accidentally, but people worry so I tend to disclaim early that I don't have that problem."

"Makes sense. I've gotten weird racism for peryton's special snowflake ability, so I can relate. By the way, I don't eat hearts."

"I had not been going to guess that you did until you said that."

"Well, I felt like assuring you about it, anyway. Perytons get shapeshifting, to a specific person. When they eat their heart. It's extremely terrible, and I am never doing it."

"Good plan."

"Thanks. I try."

"What's your world like, besides having talking winged heart-eating deer?"

"Uhh... Large-scale transportation, at least where I live, in the form of cars. Metal vehicles that run by technology and powered by refined oil. We have - television, basically broadcasted moving pictures with sound attached, and the internet, which is really hard to explain."

".... Yyyes?"

"You live in a science world?"

"The - world has science? Why is this weird, science is just a way of systematically figuring out the world. Technically my magic can be considered a science, it's comparable to chemistry."

"You can do science to magic. Khersis Dei, you lucky bastard, you live in a science world."

"Do you not have science? How - how in the world does that work?!"

"We have science fantasy. Fictional worlds where you can poke and prod the universe over and over again and it never, ever gets sick of it and decides to eat you. Practiced science is reserved for cultists and people without self-preservation instincts."

"You can't just go around sciencing things. Well, you can, maybe, people from my world can't. If you're very lucky, all that will happen is that whatever you're experimenting on will get shy and whatever you thought you'd learned will be worthless."