"Well, by sheer numbers, most people in the world who would be good at runecasting aren't critters and don't know about it. Then there are the ones who were scared off by the danger, the ones who were already into something else and decided not to switch, the ones who couldn't find any books on it . . ."

"You found books okay, right?"

She makes a wobbly "sort of" gesture with her hand. "Ehhh. I found some books, but there was a lot of stuff that should be in them and wasn't. I'd try to write a proper textbook myself, but I don't want to take responsibility for teaching anybody--what if I say something wrong and a student gets hurt, you know? Which might be why there are so few books today."

"That sounds like a good reason, yeah."

She can't add that her dragon magic might make anything she put in a textbook suspect, so she says "Yeah" and eats more peanut noodles and tries to come up with a change of subject.

"Hey, do you like trivia nights? I sometimes go to them here."

"I've never done a trivia night but it sounds fun!"

"It's Wednesdays at Sid's."

"Cool. Is it individual, or are there teams?"

"Teams."

"Nifty. I'll be there. What's the start and end times?"

"Eight to ten!"

"Great. I'm about done eating, I think I'll head home and get this stuff enchanted. Your paypal email is the same as the one we've been using, right?"

"Yup!"

"Awesome." She pays for her food and heads home to enchant and pay for the jewelry.

Now the jewelry is magic!

Once her parents are asleep, she puts on one of the rings and goes out to the backyard to fly again. Taking her real form in her bedroom at night is nice, but getting to move in it is a delight.

Nobody notices her! She is not dissected by FBI agents.

She leaves early for school in the morning and stops at the post office on the way. All the jewelry gets sent off with plenty of tracking, insurance, and probably-unnecessary bubble wrap.

Yesterday was a nice break, but after classes it's back to space-folding research. She thinks about incantation design while making a stamp of the space-folding diagram. It seems somewhat unlikely that this diagram is adequate to hide Avalons or Avalon-hiding wouldn't be called a lost art, but it's possible that what's been lost is instead the incantation or people's nerve. Regardless, it should work for smaller things.

Have any more jewelry orders come in at the higher price?

Just two. Also there is an angry email about the price hike.

Angry emails are probably part and parcel of running a business, or doing anything else on the internet. Unless it's from someone who already put in an order and doesn't realize that the price hike wasn't retroactive, she can just ignore it.

She forwards the two new orders to Brenda, hunts up an empty cardboard box, and measures its dimensions to be six inches every direction, then goes back to incantation design. 

Brenda confirms receipt and says maybe they should get a joint email for order details to go to.

The business email is already separate from her personal one; she can just give Brenda the password.

She gets her incantation done and translated; it's French for "Make the inside of this box twelve inches deep without affecting the outside." She casts it on the box from across the room, with the box taped shut and the "in case of death" letter on the table.

Nothing explodes!