Bar gives her mozzarella sticks and a turkey burger with a lot of stuff on it and a fruit salad and a rice pudding.

Oooh, she's never had a turkey burger before.  When she finishes the water she starts doing a flippy tappy tippy clappy thing with the cup but cuts herself off pretty quickly.  " - Sorry, does that bother you?" she asks Bar.

Not at all, enjoy.

"Oh, good."  In that case she will clap clap taptaptap, clap grab set; clap scoop flip hit switch slap set in between bites until she feels she's practiced enough to at least mitigate the risk of terrible failure in attempting to reintegrate with normal teenagers after an unknown amount of time.  And then she will request and start reading some vampire books.

There are a very wide variety from many universes.

This is objectively very cool even if she's kind of worn out on that sort of thing for dumb reasons.  She can totally deal with one book that she doesn't have to pick out herself, though.

At one point it mentions wine; it occurs to her to ask: "Would you serve me alcohol?  - Not as in 'will you', just out of curiosity."

I would not; I tend to obey a person's own jurisdiction about that sort of thing.

"Huh, good to know."  It's definitely a bad idea to spend days at a time drunk in her room (especially since she's so far never had more than two sips of anything alcoholic at once) so it's good that she doesn't have to use any willpower to avoid doing that even though she could totally also ask Cam no that would defeat the whole point of everything.

She keeps reading and finishes dinner and thanks Bar and - hm.  It's still worryingly tempting to just sim the thing and get it over with despite the fact that this is directly sensorily Bad and will probably mind control her, which is a pretty strong sign that this is getting bad enough to affect her judgement.  Plus the time dilation was going the other way before . . . yeah, it makes sense for her to stay down here while the sim recharges.  It feels terribly terribly selfish but she moves to a couch and continues reading there, which is a significant improvement over doing the exact same thing in her room, and awards herself a handful of reasonableness points.

She keeps at it for a few hours unless interrupted.

Nobody interrupts her besides Cam asking if she minds violin music.

She definitely doesn't.

"It works.  You don't like that it's - noisy - but you can still conjure stuff fine afterwards and everything."

"...noisy?"

"It's . . . very cheerful.  If you aren't in active danger.  Doesn't actually affect your mood but it can be kind of hard to tell and - separate it out - at first?  Being warned might help a lot."

"What precisely is very cheerful."

"The magic.  Or, that's how it feels, anyway."

"Does the simulation go on long enough for you to guess how long it'd take me to get used to it?"

". . . Not really.  I think I might have been running it on too many hypotheticals; I just started the sim after we were done, having assumed it went uneventfully, and it kind of seems like, uh, maybe it wouldn't have.  We could try - only doing a tiny bit, and stopping, and you can see what it's like and spend it immediately if you hate it?"

"...sure. Spend it how?"

"It probably won't be enough for a sim; you could do a nootropic or whatever."

"Okay, the nootropic and I got along pretty well."

"Cool."

"You wanna explain in advance how to use the magic?"

"It's pretty obvious once you have it.  Which is kind of the same thing as the cheerfulness?  Like, if your computer was like, 'wow, do you wanna open a web browser?  It would be super cool if you opened a browser, here's how, or also there's this giant list of other - '  Oh my god it's Clippy.  - Sorry.  I know this is serious and you're like nervous about it and stuff."

"Clippy magic. Uh, okay."

"Okay."

She doesn't move toward him or anything.

"...so do you lunge for my neck like this is an old movie or do I just offer you my wrist or were we going to try having me make you a cupful of specifically-my-blood."