The sugar runes scatter.
The lights flicker.
And the witch is holding -
"Okay..." She looks at them. "Ask it the one with the cornucopia."
"Or I could just try asking actual questions now since it seems like she was right and I'm tired of science for now?"
"Also the library closes in half an hour, we should check these out and head home."
"I was just going to make spinach and eggs but our clan does have a deal with the entire chain of Denny's if you want that instead."
"I feel like a mooch letting you cook like that but on the other hand using your clan's deal with Denny's is not really any less mooch-y is it."
"Somebody refrigerated a warehouse or something for them, it didn't get any more difficult retroactively based on how many meals we collect."
"Yes, the cooking scales in moochiness per meal, and Denny's doesn't. Let's go to Denny's."
"Let's." He collects the dictionary—they can presumably check those out—and Luca goes back onto the not-quite-a-falconry-glove.
"I don't mean in the spell steps, I mean like, why wouldn't it work the same as it did for you, is it because Luca is heavier or a different species or—?"
"Ah, I see, that makes sense. It's probably a pretty common spells for witches to know and cast, though, huh."
"Are your daemons ever some flying not-bird? Or a mythical bird, I don't know if your population would be high enough to have any mythical things, but..."
"No bats no bugs no flying squirrels. I am not personally aware of any mythical birds but there are people who don't go in for identifying tricky ones so if they weren't in my clan they wouldn't have been obvious to me."
"But I would have been an unimpressive miniature dragon rather than a full-sized peregrine falcon. I think I prefer this."
"Path wanted to be a dragon. Or a firefly. But it didn't stick."