That's good. Whenever they have a batch of non-reincarnator kids and they need to do actual parenting Coralie generally wants to tell the kids that Mommy and Mama both brush their teeth every day. Never mind that the decent magic toothpaste is only rank 2.

It looks to be a reasonable hour for dinner and she'll accordingly head to the cafeteria.

Rob heads with her.

The cafeteria contains a stunning array of delicious food that this author isn't feeling like writing descriptions of. Meals meeting various medical, moral, and religious dietary requirements are marked with symbols.

A group of four women are eating at a table that Imrijka passes by. One of them has witch potential.

Imrijka stops walking.

"Good news!"

"Hi! I'm Raven, nice to meet you! What's the good news?"

"I'm Imrijka, good to meet you as well. You have potential to be my kind of witch."

"Oh, are you the multiversal traveler? I saw a post on the base forum announcing probable contact with other worlds but no further details. That's amazing! How do I, uh, activate it?"

"I'm a trained awakener and I can facilitate for you. Physical contact like handholding combined with eye contact works best for me, but you probably want to be sitting down and have a smaller audience. Also, technically, if you wait for a crisis it'll plausibly come out on its own. However, there's a lot of different ways to be my kind of witch. If you do an awakening you can pick from a menu. If you do it fully naturally you get something thematic instead. Not recommended."

"I would like to be awakened! Awoken? What time works for you? Is there a fee?"

"I can do this evening. I'm not sure what a fair fee situation looks like – your faction has been very hospitable and even though you're aware of the supernatural you can't go awakener shopping."

"The cabinet will ensure you're compensated for awakenings, it's in the empire's interest to have witch citizens. I could arrange you a meeting with an official from the Ministry of Finance tomorrow to work out a fair pay arrangement, if you let me know what time works for you? —uh, I can't promise this ahead of time but if all goes smoothly with awakening Raven and with that meeting, I expect the cabinet will all want to meet you and be checked for witch potential themselves."

"If Raven gets a good mana production method I would appreciate part of that compensation being in solidified mana. My own mana production is somewhat poor at baseline. And my calendar is currently wide open, but I might be called on by my goddess with short notice."

"Noted."

"Yep, I can do that! Is meeting in your room after dinner good for you?"

"Works for me."

And she'll have a look at the cafeteria. She wonders if it's vegetarian – nobody's mentioned food conjuration or meat plants to her yet and they seem to have lots of other moral concerns.

Many options are labeled as vegetarian or vegan, though there is one featuring fish and another with beef.

Okay. Maybe they want steakmelons?

She'll serve herself a plate of food (including some beef) and pick a seat arbitrarily unless her escort has already picked one.

They would love steakmelons if they knew such a thing were on offer!

Rob follows her in seat choice.

Imrijka clearly has a sense of what foods are and are not considered finger foods in American culture but tends to pick up foods which are not finger foods on a fork to take bites out of them, if it's not too messy to do so.

Rob has no comment on this. She digs into her meal, several slices of pizza with mushrooms and olives, as quickly as is compatible with dignity and decorum.

Soon enough they will both be done eating unless someone decides to have a conversation during dinner.

Rob doesn't have much to talk about, though when they're getting close to finishing she asks what time Imrijka tends to get up, for scheduling meetings.

"Does the clock on this phone match the solar cycle you're simulating?"