"What can't you make?"

"Well, some of it is knowledge limitations--if I wanted, say, bread, I could theoretically grow wheat, grind it into flour, and make my own bread, but I don't know all the details of how. And some of it is things like, I can't make enough maple tree to get a decent quantity of maple syrup. And then some foods have eggs in them,  and I don't think I can make eggs at all."

"Why can't you?"

"I'm not sure what it would mean to shapeshift into a form including an egg. If something doesn't count as part of my body, then it disappears when I take it off." She pulls off one of her bracelets and tosses it on the ground ahead of them; by the time they walk to where it landed it's disappeared and she's replaced it. "Best case, I'd have to turn a chunk of my arm into an egg, and even that might not do it."

Sovi nods along, slowly, like she's not sure she gets it.

"Is there some part of that you don't get, or is it just weird when you aren't used to it? I'm not really an expert on this, and I've never had to explain it to someone who didn't have at least a general understanding before . . . "

"I don't know what an egg is."

"Oh, okay. I guess speaking English doesn't mean automatically knowing all the same words as me. An egg is something that animals called birds make, and usually they turn into baby birds but if you interrupt it they're just balls full of stuff you can cook and eat."

"The peanuts aren't balls of stuff you can eat?"

"The peanuts grow on plants, whereas an egg is sort of an entire animal all on its own. And doesn't have a clear way to attach to the rest of me."

"Why can plants attach to you?"

"Fundamentally, nobody really knows. It probably has something to do with the fact that some girls have plants on them all the time in ways that the magic thinks are pretty. I guess there could be a way to make having eggs on me be pretty but I don't really see it."

They walk. Sovi translates a summary of what's been said for Daz.

Margaret appreciates the translation; if Daz has any questions she'll do her best to answer them. Eventually they reach the area she noted as being a good place to settle down.

When she tells them they're stopping here Sovi and Daz sit down to rest.

Margaret sits down too, and starts in on another meal (she's almost getting used to having her wings missing). "Any requests?"

"We don't know what there is," Sovi points out.

"You might have heard of something I haven't; I'm still not super clear on what concepts you do and don't have." But they can try strawberries and raspberries and blackberries and dates and bananas and oh hey it turns out she can make a coconut with built-in weak points, here have some coconut, you can drink the liquid and also eat this part.

Sovi really likes coconut; Daz's favorite is dates.

When they're all done eating, Margaret yawns. "When do people tend to sleep around here?" She asks. "And is there any reason the answer shouldn't be 'now'?"

"When they're tired," says Sovi. "Someone should keep watch."

Margaret has lived a pretty safe life; she doesn't actually know if her danger sense can wake her up. She nods. "Can you or Daz keep watch for a while?"

Sovi nods.

Then Margaret's outfit will turn into an inner layer of pajamas and an outer layer of enormous soft fluffy blanket-cloak suitable for making a nest in. With this advantage, she falls asleep almost as easily as she would have in a bed.

They don't interrupt her. When she wakes up, Daz is up, eating one of the remaining coconuts.