"I think it's pretty much pure upside."

"Envious as heck."

"Well, we are all women, there's that."

"Wouldn't mind that much, either, when I feel like being a woman I'm stuck in this body, so."

"He's genderfluid," Luca explains to Pathalan. "It means that sometimes he feels more like a girl than a boy."

"Some witches are like that but they're always mostly girl," says Path.

"It follows gender ID? That's pretty interesting. Do small female witch kids notice they're trans boys when they don't get any magic?"

"Yup. It's obvious pretty early. They don't react to moonlight or starlight."

"...react to?"

"We can feel it. If you take a witch baby out at night - well, for one thing she won't shiver, but she'll also get excited about it when it's a clear night and she's out under the stars."

"Pure upside, I see."

"Should we discuss something of more practical import than magic?"

Sadde eyes his soul but doesn't argue, opting instead to shrug slightly.

"Magic has lots of practical import, but what did you have in mind?"

"We've just been teleported to the other side of the world," he says. "And you wanted to find an alethiometer. It seems like these things bear some discussion."

"We still have food," Sadde argues, poking his backpack. "It's not like our current location matters that much."

"I was going to offer to feed you, considering that I did teleport you across the planet. I'm not going to steal your alethiometer, there's another one not accounted for that I can attempt to get."

"Offerings of food are common amongst gods for a reason!" the boy chirps.

"You can do that? Find the other one?"

"Yes? I found this one, it just happened to have a person attached to it - what's this about gods?"

"A joke, never mind," he says, shaking his head. "I think Luca's objection was that your spell might just find this one again."

"I would rework the spell, obviously. I did try to aim for a specific one. I was not intending to steal from the Louvre."

Sadde makes a face at that.

"He thinks it's a waste," Luca murmurs to Isabella's daemon, "that such a useful artefact would be stored in a museum to never be used."

"I'm not saying I wouldn't dream of stealing from the Louvre if they had the only one in existence, but as long as they don't..."