Margaret Peregrine is a high school sophomore. Most of the time, she's either at school, at the school robotics club, at the school chess club, or doing schoolwork. Today, she's cleaning out her late great-grandmother's attic.
"Eventually I want every critter doctor and hospital to have one, if I can make them good enough." She also wants every human doctor and hospital to have one, but that's a separate problem.
Nod nod. "How much do you think it'll make you per month, if the other doctors here decide to get one too?"
"And if it replaces a prescription you can charge whatever the prescription would have cost, maybe?"
"Competition applies to doctors as much as anyone else. My practice is the only practice treating adults in this Avalon right now, so we can collude without outright forming a cartel, but if the pediatrician or that vet broadens their practice or someone who isn't even a doctor could make two dollars a pop charging someone to touch a rock - I don't know how much you're going to charge for the rocks -"
"I don't know either. I want to do whatever gets the most people healed and doesn't get anybody in legal trouble."
"I could do that for now, and probably should, the rock isn't nearly as comprehensive as proper medical treatment. I wouldn't want to commit to doing that forever, though."
Nod. "That's why the main thing I want is the information. What it's good for, what it isn't, what things it helps with the symptoms of but doesn't fix, any effects that somebody might not want every time like if it 'fixes' the effects of exercise and makes you build muscle slowly or something. I want to learn enough to advise people better, and enough to make better versions that don't have any flaws this one might."
"That makes sense. Do you need anything from me for that?"
"I can do that. . . . Was I supposed to have gotten council permission first? I don't actually live here."
"That makes sense. Do you want my email address, so you can get in touch with me if and when I need to testify? And how long is getting permission likely to take?"
"I don't have my own phone and my parents know some stuff but not everything, I'll give you my home phone but please make sure it's me on the line before you start talking about the Avalon."
"That should be fine." Note to self, tell parents you're collaborating on magical medical research with Dr. James and if she calls they should give you the phone.
"It sounds like that's all we can do for now. Do you think it's okay for me to keep treating people, or should I put that on hold until the council gets back to you?"