Ancora sips from it a few times.

'I do not believe I find this to be a method of magic generation in accord with my tastes,' they determine.  'Convenient though it would be if it were.'

"Alas."

"So that still leaves karaoke nights as your best bet for getting magic the fastest?"

'More people becoming vampires or obtaining souls would presumably be faster.'

"Okay, but that's not a good idea till you can push a revamp, so to speak."

'Yes.'

"Is literal karaoke good or will we mostly be playing instruments?"

'That question gestures at concepts I have not been introduced to.'

"Karaoke is a custom where people put on instrumental tracks for songs with lyrics and sing the lyrics, with text prompts in case they don't have them memorized."

'I have also not modeled a physical throat in sufficient detail to be able to produce humanlike vocalizations.'

"It might be worth the investment in learning to sing! Would you like a throat anatomy lesson?"

'Yes.'

Cam digs up med school files and provides.

Ancora studies intently and asks lots of questions for several hours without making visible (or audible) progress; it doesn't seem like their ridiculous learning curve applies here.  Though they eventually think to try modeling and rigging a digital throat, which they seem to find helpful despite it not yielding direct results.  They at one point request tissue samples to inspect, sending Judy ewww-fully and catfully upstairs.

After half a day they want to break for some instrumental music; after an hour or two of that, they ask, 'How does one knock.'

"Like this." Cam knocks on the nearest surface. "Uh, the sound alone will probably do if that's hard for whatever reason."

They don't leave immediately but seem to be having trouble forming further questions on the subject.

"Something wrong?"

'Where, when, and why does one knock.'

"Oh, normally one knocks to alert someone in a room that you are there and want to come in, or have them come out and talk to you. Then you wait for them to open the door or tell you to come in."

'I see.'  And they teleport off, taking the fancy end table Cam demonstrated on with them.

They bring it back when they return (along with Judy, who squeaks), and flop dramatically onto one of their chaises longues, their hair and skirt clipping through it and into the floor.  The rest of them - with the exception of their hands - doesn't line up perfectly either; parts of them mostly either pass through the fabric or hover slightly off it rather than successfully appearing to touch.

"Yeah, like that - uh, that was a lot better than the first time but probably you should count down from three or something before teleporting people; it's just inherently very startling - "

"...where's the cat, it won't be able to come get us if it's days up there -"

Judy squeaks again and runs upstairs.

Ancora remains flopped.

"What were you fetching her for?"