"I'd rather you didn't read over my shoulder but you can hang around."

Of course; thanks.

"Y'welcome." She reads the letter.

"Yeah they said you freaked out the Bakers pretty bad and they're not sure they can place you and want me to come to their building during open session and talk about you."

Yeah, that sounds about right. Sorry.

"Inconveniently I don't want to tell them why I expect to be able to send you home."

Yeah.

Does she have a guess of what they're likely to do, if they decide they can't put her with any adults?

"It's not impossible they'll just let you live in the park indefinitely, but they might also decide they need to ship you out to a wild place if they don't think they can keep tabs on you to the point you're safe to have here."

Well.

There's definitely worse things.

"I'll try to convince them it's fine to leave you in the park, I'd have a bit of a job going out to a wild place with a finished spell."

Thanks.

"You're welcome."

If they do try that, she might be able to get back, with some help - the minimum amount of shapeshifting is close to regular human, and if nobody thinks magical girls are a possibility, she can maybe do that and just get stared at some. The real problem is that she can't talk without magic.

"Yeah. Can you write?"

She can copy words but she can't remember on her own how to spell them, unless she's specifically memorized a particular word. And she can't hold a regular pen.

"That's sure a perfect storm of can't talk, huh."

Yep. At home she has an app that has pictures of words she might want and she uses that to type, but she'd need her own computer, and that's not going to happen in time, she's sure.

"And I'm not sure it gets you cross country."

Yeah.

"Well, maybe they'll tell me where they send you, if they do, and some weekend I can get on a bus and fly the rest of the way."

She really appreciates it.

"You're welcome. Lemme give you my email and my phone number in case you can somehow do anything with those." She scribbles them on a corner of notebook paper, tears it off.

Into the bag it goes.

When are open sessions, anyway?

"There's one this evening."

Better than waiting, she guesses.

"It's an open session, you could walk in with me, I don't know how they'd respond though."