"Do you mind if we send a couple more of me to interview students one-on-one?"

"That shouldn't be a problem!"

There's another teleportation, and a fancy restaurant appears around them, both of them sitting opposite each other on a nicely made mahogany tile. The walls shift constantly, the colors and play of the light ever shifting as they grow and shrink and shift and warp and twist mesmerizingly, giving an impression something like a kaleidoscope stuck in a region of complexly altered time and space. 
A marvelous scent of perfectly cooked meat wafts across the room, and a soft din of conversation can be heard slightly blurredly, just enough to filter out the precise meaning of the words and just leaving the impression of being tuned in without the sort of awareness of what is being said that you'd normally get from it, gentle wards keeping the privacy of the guests well while keeping the 'atmosphere' of the place flowing in a work of masterfully subtle spellwork. 
"This is the Evershifting Bistro. Astra runs this place, so I thought it'd be a nice place to visit a little."

"I see. You have magic this deep and complex and you use it to run a restaurant?"

"Why wouldn't you?" 
She laughs softly. 
"But actually it's... I think a quirk of this world, from what I've seen of others?" 
"The magic here is mostly Astra's, actually, and she's not actually that much of a mage. She's just..."
She tilts her head to the side a little. 
"A Talent."
"She subcommisioned a lot of it, but fundamentally... she doesn't have to be a good mage in order to get good results, or have some fancy bloodline power that lets her bypass the normal limits of this. She's just..." 
She trails off, wondering a little about how deep her translation convention really goes. 
"A Talented Restauranteur."

"You mean she has an Exaltation on the art of being a good restauranteur? It's something she does easier than breathing, that she can draw power from of a sort?" 

"An Exaltation...?" 
She's clearly not familiar with the word. 
"I guess the best way I can explain it is that she's supernaturally skilled at it - and that can manifest in... a lot of ways. Sometimes it'll be in just being able to put together exactly the right ink patterns to get the correct 'idea' of the magic, sometimes it means that the results that she gets from her food is unnatural, but she doesn't actually get... spiritual power from the exercise any more then anyone else would. For magic, it's mostly just a huge multiplier in effective skill, and for crafting it's generally a quality enhancement on the product in a way that transcends the normal standards of reality. But it's not..."
She trails off. 
"A path to power in-and-of-itself outside of the art itself, if that makes sense?"

"I guess that makes sense. It's like a specialization in her craft."

"In a sense~!"
She smiles a little timidly. 
"One of my favourite things about this place is that you can order pretty much anything that you can imagine. She's got access to some basic nanomanufacturing tech and an amazing sense for how different foods would work, so she can pretty much just take a description of what you want to experience and give you that. One of my favourites I think is the Cotton Candy-touched Steak - The contrast there is weirdly good and..."
"It's really really nice to just be able to indulge in your whims like that, and feel new things that you never thought could actually happen."
A holographic appears from the table and she quickly types in her order, before dismissing it. 
"And... it helps with the body dysphoria stuff to, for what's it's worth, having that sort of transcendental mastery of taste letting you feel it's taste rather then just... 'what your body reads out'."

"Body dysphoria? - oh, you haven't learned to make custom bodies yet?"

She wiggles her hand. 
"The methods to do it are... complicated. There's some progressive methods through developing of arcane power, and it's obviously possible to just gene fab a new body but we haven't figured out a particularily good way to really... make it work smoothly without requiring a lot of superpowers on the transferees side - there's a psychic and magical discipline that makes it easy enough, some metahuman powers that nullify the problem or at least make it easier, but getting a proper mapping to the brain and body and getting consistent sense profiles is something that we haven't really figured out." 
She sighs a little tiredly. 
"This is my optimal body, but..."
"There was a long long time - so long as to be uncountable for a temporal adventuress like me - that I just... flipped through different pasts, different iterations, different conceptions of me. Sometimes I wasn't even sexually a girl, sometimes it meant that I have a vastly different ancestry, and sometimes it just meant there were a few different mutations in my past that gives me a slightly different taste profile. It stabilized a few months back and...."
She shrugs. 
"I'm not too sure what to do about it - so many foods have these clashing memories that make it hard to just enjoy it as is, because it doesn't feel 'canonical' or 'original' or feels 'off' or something like that, even if this body has exactly the senses that I'd want in a body going forward, at least within the baseline range."

"I see. Well, this body is custom. Created just for this scouting trip, in fact. It's an expensive service, but I see no reason why the OTC shouldn't make it available in your world."

She smiles a little stressedly. 
"Yeah, that'd be nice to have. There'd probably be a pretty big market for it - though it really depends on how much you can sell them on the metaphysics of it - We haven't exactly a full cultural makeover in the face of the practicalities of magic or even computers and there's a few religions on the planet that current doctrine would probably prohibit them using it, though I'd still expect a lot of the realistically potential customers are in large part not really part of the orthodoxy of those groups." 
Her finger taps the table and a keyboard and screen appears in front of her to get her order.

She has no idea whatsoever what to order. "Pick something for me to eat, would you? It doesn't matter if it's strange, I like strange." 

She laughs. 
The orders her a tea that tastes of home, chocolate, and hearty bread, with a scent reminiscent of lovely scones, and just a really nice and juicy burger and fries, and a handful of sauces to put on it - hot sauce, gravy, and the standard array of condiments you'd see at any normal pub and handful of other less traditional ones - a "Mint Caramel" sauce, and one simply labelled "Beer Sauce" for her perusal.

"A mint caramel burger? Alright, you've thrown down the gauntlet." 

She puts the sauce on her burger, reassembles it, and bites down. 

It's weirdly good - somehow the grease of the patty mixes in with the sauce, adding a sweet aftertaste to it, adding an indulgent texture to it. The bun crunches around your mouth exquisitely as you eat, and the aftertaste fades oddly quickly, leaving you with a lingering mouth feel more reminiscent of a traditional if masterfully savoury burger, with a hint of heat that's just enough to bring your mouth alive with the feeling of it.

Mmmmmmm.

She keeps eating, with intermittent sips of tea. No talking only burger.

She laughs and smiles, blushing softly. 
"I love to see people's first reaction to her cooking~"
She perks up a little. 
"Though I'm sure she'd be glad that she stacks up to the rest of your experiences, even without 'cheating'."
She chows down on her own steak, marbled with with odd layers of pink and purple, and drinks down some sort of neon blue soda, occasionally letting out little pleased moans at the taste of them.

Thorn laughs, and despite herself her hand flickers out to cup Tourmaline's chin. "Is someone having fun?", she asks.

She flushes hard, her eyes twinkling with excitement. 
"Mhm~ <3"
She frantically nods and absentmindedly brushes her face against her hand, cooing slightly at the feeling of her touch.

"Wow, you are just the most adorable little thing. I may have to ask my family if I can keep you." 

She pulls her hand away and takes a long sip of her tea, her eyes crinkling up in delight. 

She blushes softly, seemingly noticing how much she'd been indulging in this, and makes some little pleased overwhelmed noises. 
She licks her lips excitedly, and takes her own drink, laughing softly at the antics and lets out a throaty little murr at the taste.

"So," asks Thorn. "What's sex like here?" 

She laughs brightly, and lets out a long hot breath. 
"FUCK, Astra's edible lube was good, even if she isn't that kind of 'Restauranteur". " 
She grins softly and leans over to kiss her cheek, space bending a little to let her move smoothly in a way that shows off her breasts well and ignores the impediment of the table. 
"But really, there's not nesscarily a lot different here then other places. Most people in this world settle for some minor magical conveniences and modern amenities like dildos and vibrators. But well...~"
"That's just the tip of the iceberg of all the possibilities that we've explored."

"Where I'm from," says Thorn, "We've learned to key sexual pleasure to almost any stimulus, in infinite and exacting detail. Your lover might play you like music, dance with you like a partner, code you like a computer... any of a thousand thousand ways of making love. Of course, we still enjoy the classics, but there are so many layers that you can add."