"Not 'how did you get in'."

"...then I don't think I understand the question." She adjusts her hold on the teapot she's clutching.

He puzzles for a moment, idly doing a few more stitches on his project.

"I like your hair.  What makes it do that?"

"The magic. I got really lucky, didn't I?"

". . . Did you?"

"...well, my baby turned into a teapot, but other than that."

"What?"

"I brought her with me when I jumped in. And she turned into a teapot. I just have rainbow hair."

"I'm so sorry."

"Thank you."

"Also that sounds nothing like how magic works as far as I have ever heard of."

"...I thought it was the same everywhere but I don't know much."

"I thought so too.  People get different ideas for items based on what's around them, of course, but at the core . . ."

"Guess that means I can't keep trying putting the baby in different magics to see if she turns back."

"We might be able to make something that does it.  Or - you checked to make sure there's nothing on her, right?  Lots of things you have to be wearing for them to work - "

"She wasn't wearing anything when I jumped. And now she's a teapot."

"Right, but there's not a little piece of embroidery inside her or something, you checked?"

"I think this goes way past embroidery!"

"Embroidery can do a lot.  I think you should check."

She takes the lid off the teapot and peeks inside. "Empty."

"Well.  We still might be able to make something."

"That would be real good!"

He nods.  "What else do you need?"

"Food."

"I can get you some food.  Want to come back to my place?"