"I've always been a fan of the science museum, and going to the harbor to watch the boats, and there's a bunch of American history stuff--here's the spot where such and such Revolutionary War thing happened, stuff like that."

"Ooh, science museum."

"I was hoping you'd say that! We can get there on the subway. There's some good restaurants around there too."

"Lead on."

Subway! It's a lot like every other subway, except the cards are called Charlie cards instead of any of the other whimsical things people call transit cards.

Their train goes over a river full of little boats. "I used to think it would be really neat to know how to sail."

"You no longer think this?"

"It would still be cool the way any obscure skill is cool, but I've gotten a lot better at crossing bodies of water under my own power, you know?"

"You wanted to sail for the practical benefits of being able to sail? I didn't think anybody still did that unless they were trying a stunt like going around the world without a motor."

"No, no, I wanted it for the cool factor. Just, there are cooler things in heaven and Earth than I had dreamt of in my philosophy."

"Legit."

Nod. "The next stop is ours."

It's not far from the train station to the museum, which is built on a bridge over the river.

Follow follow.

Museum! There are dinosaur skeletons! There's a giant Van de Graff generator! There's an exhibit on things invented in Boston! There's an exhibit full of translucent anatomy models that Margaret would prefer not to spend a lot of time in!

"Not into the squishy sciences?"

"Not into being reminded of what my innards look like. Biology is a very important subject and I'm glad there are people who aren't me studying it."

"Your innards look like who knows what, considering."

Chuckle. "They probably look pretty normal right now, but I guess I've never had any kind of scan that would notice."

"People talk about it like it's an illusion. I dunno if that has any basis."

"I really do not see how an illusion can fit into a space smaller than my ribcage, let alone give birth to a healthy human baby."

"Yeah, it's kind of weird, I think it's based on rhetoric about critters 'really' not being humans."

"Well, I did phrase a spell to work whenever a human touched the thing, one time, and it didn't recognize me as one, so whatever does the natural language parsing behind runecasting agrees. Though possibly that thing is just my subconscious."

"Huh. How would you test that? Lie to you about what words mean and assume the fallout won't explode you?"

"Yeah, maybe. Or we could find someone with a different opinion from me on, I don't know, whether a hot dog is a sandwich or something, and have us use the exact same wording and see if we get different results."

"- ha! I guess that probably wouldn't hurt them. Imagine if it turns out magic has an opinion on whether hot dogs are sandwiches."

"That would be bizzare and amazing and I suddenly need to do this experiment. What's your opinion on hog dogs as sandwiches? I've figured out mine."