"Whoa! Can you teach me? Or does it only work if you're magic?" 

"Do you speak Russian, it's in Russian." 

Ohhh, that's the accent. 

"Uh, sure, why don't you flatter the void so it's more likely to give me some sweet loot." Oh dear did she just call antidepressants 'sweet loot' out loud, awkward. 

"Do you have earplugs?"

"- Uh, I don't think so, why?" Does Wen Qing really really hate music or something. "There are cotton balls somewhere on the shelf, you could improvise earplugs with that?" 

Wen Qing puts cotton balls in her ears. "I don't want the school to think I want to learn the Russian."

"....Oh, crap, does it do that sometimes? Rude! - It won't do that to me, right, though, I'm not a student?" 

"The school," Larisa says dryly, "can be very rude sometimes." 

Marian doesn't want the school to start giving her medical textbooks in Russian! Or, god forbid, weird Russian drugs which are banned in the US! She sticks her fingers in her ears just in case. 

Vanya sings the song! 

Neither Wen Qing nor Marian can hear the words, of course, but the bouncy little melody seeps through earplugs and/or fingers. 

Also, while singing is the only time that Vanya looks even slightly happy. 

This kid should do music therapy! ....Marian realizes half a second later that obviously she cannot just call social work for a referral, in here. And she herself has noooooo idea how music therapy works. Or any kind of therapy, really. Ack. 

"Okay. I'm going to try asking the void nicely." She glances over at Wen Qing. "Uh, is there anything else you think might be good for this situation, so I can ask while the void is maybe feeling kindly toward us?" 

"I don't know anything about antidepressants."

"All right."

Marian...is going to make some guesses anyway. Kid had a really traumatic experience, he probably has - panic attacks or flashbacks or uh whatever else was on the PTSD list of symptoms she had to memorize once and then promptly forgot about forever? She will sweet-talk the void a bit more and then ask it for some anxiety drugs as well. 

Apparently flattery works on the void! 

It coughs up a blister pack of brand-name Prozac, in pristine condition. The only downside is that, upon inspection, the expiry date is apparently in 1986? 

It sure doesn't look like it's been sitting around forgotten in someone's drawer or under their bed for 35 years though? Maybe if things fall into the void then once they're there time isn't passing for them?

Marian will ask Wen Qing about this. 

"The time doesn't pass in the void."

"Cool! Okay, yeah, this should be exactly what I asked it for, then! .....And, uh, it - gave me a ziplock baggie of mystery pills with a sticky note that says it's Ativan but I'm kinda sketched out."

Is that sticky note written by the void? It's in the same apparent 'handwriting' as the note on the pill organizer, which now that she looks closely is, like, the platonic ideal of generic handwriting. That's so weird. 

"Wen Qing, uh, is there any way to use magic to, like, test a sample of a drug and confirm what it is?" 

"Excuse me, Void-gongzi, I would like a spell to identify the chemical compositions of the medicine please. Thank you."

The void spits out a spellbook.

"Coooool!" 

"Want me to spot you the mana for it?" Larisa says tiredly. 

Wen Qing thinks part of her apprenticeship is providing her own mana but she doesn't object to being paid. "Yes please."

Larisa thinks that when you're in Sacramento's current position, it's very important not to accrue any more debts than you absolutely have to. 

"Say when," and she gives Wen Qing some mana, uncomplaining. 

"Right. So I'll give you the Prozac for now, and - uh, should we just hold onto our mystery baggie until Wen Qing can test it?" 

Shrug.