She eats. It's delicious, but that and Bar's sympathies only help so much. She plays with magically-produced gyroscopes and springs idly.

"What. A. Day. And it's going to get more exciting before it gets less."

"Well, time-pausing effect, we don't actually have to do this today."

"It's a week's worth of planning minimum anyway. Oh, I think I figured out what the turnkey can do. It should be fun. I think I can stop reflexively hitting myself for having fun. You can fly with magnetism, right?"

"Yeah, although I also have a spell for flying and it's usually easier to use that."

"I have mechanically themed wings on my costume, and a magic turnkey. I didn't realize it until a minute ago, but putting it on my back and winding it up will make them work. Want to go flying?"

"That sounds great!"

"I wonder how fast I can get!"

"We can find out!"

Edie has finished a round of phone calls and can be called upon to hold the door for a while. Emily transforms, her outfit rather like her sister's but pink where Edie's is blue and golden where Edie's is purple.

"I'll wait to get my wings out 'till we're outside."

"You guys have all the same theme. Is it 'cause you're sisters?"

"Sort of! Magical girls do connected 'teams' sometimes--we're on a team together because we're twins, but you don't have to be siblings to be a team."

"...I'm really curious what kind of research has gone into the whole phenomenon."

They walk outside.

"There's been, like, observational statistics, but no one can figure out how to do anything more than that, and the phenomenon's only been around a few decades."

"Maybe I should have... Asked it questions. Unless that would be asking myself questions, if it's reflective or something. Can't rule it out."

"People have tried asking it questions before. So far no one's reported getting any answers."

"I will look at the observational statistics. Later. Now, flying." Walta hands Emily the turnkey staff and turns around. "My magic likes the windup theme I guess."

"It's cool." She winds her.

The wings contort in unlikely ways, shifting hidden pieces around to look more like bird wings than butterfly ones, and emit clicks.

After a few turns, she flies. "Wheeee!~"

"Stormwing Flight!" Emily calls. Wings feathered in steel sprout from her back, and she flaps, joining Walta in the air.

"This is not like using a plane at all! Even less like using a zeppelin!"

"I know!"

Wheeee~

She keeps to relatively tame flying, timing down how long the wings keep working. Soon they start clicking back into their original configuration. At least she has time to land.

"Want me to wind you up again?"

"Yeah. Two full rotations this time, I'm timing it."

She winds it accordingly.

And Walta flies for about five minutes on two full turns.

She keeps flying until she feels suddenly tired and nauseous, and lands shakily and detransforms. "Ick. So how about that healing spell?"