"Here you go."  He hands her a piece of stiff embroidered fabric folded into a packet.  Inside is some meat and a savory sort of vegetable paste between two crusts of bread, sliced diagonally.

CHOMP

"Mmm," she manages around a mouthful.

He pours her some water, too.  The glass is just a glass but the pitcher has its exterior covered in felt with flowing blue designs sewn into it.

Probably that's magic in some way, maybe makes the water safe to drink. "Where do you get water if you barely go outside?"

"We just make it, usually."

"You can do that with magic fabric too?"

"Mmhm!  Even if you're very very thirsty I'm not going to have to go refill the pitcher or anything."

"Oh, is that what it's doing, I thought it was to make the water safe."

". . . Well I don't think anybody would make one that made unsafe water, so, sort of?"

"I guess!" She's not as thirsty as she is hungry. The sandwich is super gone.

"If you fold the cloth back up it'll make another sandwich in a couple minutes."

"Wow!" Fold fold.

"It must be so inconvenient to have to always make sure you have food on hand.  I mean, this only does the one sandwich, so it's not great for variety, but even if I get really caught up in things and realize I have an empty cupboard, I don't ever have to go out when I'm really tired and hungry."

"My owner usually fed me before I jumped in the magic but this is really tasty."

"Your . . . hm?"

"Oh, um, we're slaves."

"What's a slave?"

"Somebody with an owner."

". . . I don't know what that means either.  But it's good you had somebody else to worry about food most of the time?"

"...I guess that was an advantage."

He doesn't really seem to know what to do with that.  Some light glints off one of the beads on the sandwich wrap, which looks like it's full again.

om nom nom nom

She can eat in peace for a bit.  Then - "Oh, I was going to show you pockets."

"You were!"

"Mmhm!  So - "  He gestures to a flat pouch with a vertical slit in the middle attached at his waist.  "You can pull pretty much anything out of here.  I mean, as long as it's information; I couldn't make a peach or something and have it be edible.  So, let's see, I was going to look if anyone had mentioned magic places like you have, and if I were really doing this instead of for an example I'd go about it differently, but for now I'm just going to grab something random that has the phrase 'a magic' at the end of a sentence."

He reaches in and pulls out a shiny rectangle of deep blue fabric with a flourish; the cloth stiffens into a board of sorts with a flick of his wrist.  Embroidered on it in yellow-gold thread is:

Hi innernet
Today I am lerning how to put things in pokits and the inernet.  The inernet is usefull when I grow up I want to make usefuller things.  I am going to be a very good seemster and make a magic.
love, Ematt

The 'handwriting' is sloppy but the embroidery itself would be quite skilled if there was a person behind it; it handles line thicknesses and irregular curves gracefully and without gaps.  There are also some lopsided stars and hearts decorating the 'page'.

"Awwww, okay, so this is why I would go about it differently, otherwise you get stuff like this, but hopefully you get the idea."