"Indeed you are not." He presents her with the required texts of every history department class taught at the University of Washington the semester before summoning broke.

She doesn't really have the attention span at the moment to do more than skim and also global was two full years ago, but do things seem mostly the same?  Any wild differences that stand out?  Could these literally just have been taken from her world.

There is no obvious difference, since in 2006 no textbooks mention magic at all except in the anthropological sense.

Fantastic.  Well, it was still worth establishing that, and confirming future-things'll be a lot easier than if the divergence point was earlier at least.

. . . possibly her continued bad mood and increasingly-deteriorating ability to concentrate have anything to do with having skipped breakfast and possibly lunch by now.  She will take a recommendation from Bar.

Bagel sandwich and a slice of quiche and fruit salad?

Ooh, yummy.  That does help.

- it helps enough that midway through she brings her palm to her forehead with an audible smack and makes a very annoyed noise.

"- mm?"

"I have a magic power which lets me model people better.  Seems like it'd probably be kinda useful in verifying non-evilness."

"How does it work exactly?"

"I don't know; I haven't used it before and the magic only lets me know about things I can do at any given moment, which right now is not much - I think I could . . . see how someone would react to something?  Very briefly and for a set of very limited somethings, presently."

"Huh. Is there something you want to see how I'd react to?"

"Uh, for now I'm gonna hold on to what I have because if I'm in a situation where teleporting a few feet would help I will really regret having given up the ability to teleport a few feet, but as a first thought I can probably use it to determine whether the binding oaths are in fact a thing."

"I can't make them but you could presumably check Alassëo, sure."

"Right, yes."

"And then he can give you his sworn word on all the rest. Cool. How long does it take you to recharge?"

"Couple days, for anything at all.  And it's all gradienty, so maybe a bit more than that for it to be quite enough, but still on that sort of scale."

"Well, maybe if we don't hang out in the same room your two days will be my half hour. You might want to tell Alassëo what magic you propose to perform on him."

"I think I'll hold off on that till I have more magic, in case it differs substantially when I have more to work with - if you want to load me up on food and clothes and stuff to do I don't mind hiding out in my room for a few days, sure."

"Sure." He thinks for a bit and then presents her with a suitcase and a stack of bento boxes tied together with ribbon for easy carrying.

"Thanks.  - Don't suppose I could get a French horn, and, uh, my band folder as it existed three months ago?  And a charger that works with my phone."

He presents her with all the above.

She manages to get everything upstairs in one trip, and plays games on her phone for a bit, and remembers she can sing soprano-y songs now and does that for several hours, and pages a bit more through the history books, and plays her French horn, and goes through half the legal pad in crappy doodles and the two pieces of origami she knows how to do, and investigates her cool future computer, and halfheartedly tries to do some tap warmups - and goes back downstairs after three and a half days of that.

"How long was I?"

"Hm? Uh, twenty minutes?"

"Neat.  Blood please?"

Blood.