Flora conjures some gems, orders mashed potatoes from Bar and sits down to eat. It was almost lunchtime when she came in.
"Kyma who know how to use it also make terrible decisions about it sometimes! You don't know what the forbidden workings are, you might wind up giving someone else spontaneous kamai and not know how to teach them to stop setting things on fire, it's hereditary if you ever have children and they'll need to be taught too!"
Amy looks about to put something in, but she gets squeezed again.
She asks bar for some music she hasn't heard yet.
"The forbidden workings are forbidden because they are too close to things that are 'evil', some of them. One of my kamai teachers was charged by a goddess to make sure kamai didn't get out of control on my world, that's why only a couple people know how to give it out, and you're circumventing that entirely! Also your coins are evil and hate you and will hurt you if they can!"
"You can - cripple them," Leekath says reluctantly. "So they don't do anything evil. With smaller wishes. But I'm only telling you that because in larger sizes they'd be more evil than you are careless, not because I actually think it's a great idea for you to suddenly be more effective at doing things you don't understand!"
"Can I install a confirmation window into your head? One that won't close until you've thought things through? You really need it," Flora says.
"What? No!" She remembers how she gave out powerful magic to a stranger, and amends, "...Okay, fine, you're right." she sighs. "Go ahead."
Flora makes a bunch of coins and declaws them, going all the way from triangles.
She tries to make the confirmation window. Pentagon? No. Hex?
"For the love of God don't tell them about the existence of any kinds of magic or anything remotely potentially dangerous from your world!" Leekath tells the newcomer without even pausing to look at her.
"...Why?" asks said newcomer.
"They're just granting themselves new magical powers at whim! And then installing safeguards that they took about four seconds to think of and figuring that does the trick!"
"...Cayra," says, apparently, Cayra. "Um, I'm glad you met her first and not me because if I'd just told you about my magic and you'd gone and installed too much of it you'd be a wreck of a human being who could not understand language, conceptualize personhood, or stop setting things on fire, among other drawbacks..."
"This one's not as bad as her friend," sighs Leekath. "...But still."
"What exactly did they do?" Cayra asks Leekath.
"Magicked up a strictly regulated form of hereditary magic which can be contagious in uncontrolled form."
"Oh dear."
"Am I at risk of this?" asks Cayra.
"Only if I or they do kamai, which my lie detection would be. It's a small risk, and I'd notice, and I could help you address it safely or at least give you the tools to do it on your own. But if they go and do kamai in a city..."
"Gotcha."
"Oh. Note to self, go somewhere with no people around when doing kamai. Hmm." She conjures parchment and a quill and writes it down, apparently not satisfied with just saying it. "If you do catch kamai, I could try to get rid of it. So, do you know why the pyromania and all the other things happen?" Flora has completely forgotten about her lunch, because that is terrible.
"I'm really not sure I want your help on that. Might want coins to deal with it myself."
She wishes: when it's on, it should color, in her vision only, people who lie - red, people who misdirect or imply - yellow, people who are telling the truth can be green, and anything else can be blue.
"Full sentences please, ready to go," she says.
"They do what they're told, not what you meant, and they try to backfire but you can fix that part if you remember to do it every time," Leekath says.
"That sounds like a dangerous 'unless'. I know a lot of things but I don't know everything."