Ariel the aubergine is polishing the ice at UBS arena in New York City. It's the pre-game polish, which is the best one because the stadium is quiet and they can hear the music in their headphones better than at halftime. They're very nice headphones; when you can live in a studio apartment and don't need water or groceries it's a lot easier to make ends meet and then some in the big apple. Ariel twirls elegantly along the ice to the sound of the Les Miserables original Broadway cast, one hand on the wheel and the other pressing the gas pedal with a long stick.
"That's--really nice of you, thank you. I would say I don't want to impose but honestly I kind of do want to impose because my alternative is probably sleeping in a homeless shelter."
"I probably shouldn't actually teach you to do magic, it's really dangerous for anyone who isn't me, but I can teach you about it, sure. Actually, I bet I could make you a headband or something that would let you see all the time. It'd take a bunch of tries but copying your helmet won't be harder than getting back to my own universe."
"Then I will definitely do that. And also, if I figure out how to get back and forth between our universes--no promises, I can't be sure it will work, but there's someone else in my universe with a different kind of magic that might be able to let you turn into a human and back."
"I definitely would not do anything that might result in you getting old and creaky. Like I said, I can't promise anything there, it's a lot more complicated than copying the thing that lets you see, but--I've seen it work for other nonhumans where I come from." Technically not false, and she doesn't want to get into the question of her own species just yet, even if Ariel seems more likely to get it than anyone other than Bella.
"Yup. And a protractor but the kind of art stores that have giant paper should have those too."