They and their wagonful of books have a pleasant walk to the church. "You can also do this with umbrellas, things like hammers and screwdrivers, forks and spoons, mirrors, anything else you can get right by making it look right - not so much things that have motors in them or complicated internals."

"What if it's something like a propeller where it's got internals but how it looks is the point?"

"The propellor might be hard to make spin."

"How come body parts work then?"

"The magic can fill in a lot about bodies we don't know ourselves - actually, if you grow a part that's like an animal part, and then do a DNA test on it, it's got animal genes that no magical girl could possibly do deliberately in her head! - but it doesn't do propellors that way."

"Can people clone dinosaurs back to life by taking dinosaur DNA out of magical girl parts?"

"Some people have tried it, but cloning is pretty hard and they haven't gotten anywhere yet."

"Aww. Oh well."

"Maybe someday they'll figure it out and we can have dinosaurs in zoos."

"I wanna see a dinosaur!"

"There's a cryptid who turned into a triceratops, but she lives in the wilderness out in Maine and doesn't hang out with people like Imani does."

"Imani is very good."

"She's a real sweetheart."

"I'm really glad I woke up to a winged unicorn right after running away."

"I bet she was glad to meet you too."

"She's very good," Anna-Charlotte repeats. 

"Maybe she'll be in when we get to church."

"That would be nice."

Imani's in. She trots up to Anna-Charlotte when they come in.

Eee! Pet pet pet!

"Brrrrrbrt," says Imani.

"You can sit in the pews and read and pet Imani," says Veronica, "I'm going to polish my sermon and check on the choir and be available for anyone who comes in early."

"Okay." 

She sits in the pews and reads about paladins and pets Imani and is so so so happy. 

Eventually people start arriving for services. They fill in around Anna-Charlotte and Imani.

Anna-Charlotte isn't going to put her book down until someone tries to talk to her or the service starts. 

A family sits next to her - mom, dad, two boys aged nine and six, none magical. "Hi, Imani. And what's your name?" says the dad.