"A golden enclave, s'pose."

“My plan for after the Scholomance was always to wander the world, killing every mal I found. But over the course of this year it’s become increasingly clear that that’s not going to solve the problem. Not really going to make a difference, in the long run.”

A Golden Enclave might. Lots of Golden Enclaves might. This is more important than anything I could have dreamed.”

El is going to start crying, now, but eventually will mumble through her tears, "yesIwillbeyourgraduationally".

Hug?

Hug! Sobbing!

“I want to say something helpful but I don’t know which thing you’re crying about,” she confesses eventually, once the crying has started to peter out but before it’s completely over. “Honestly I can think of, like, several candidates.”

"You think I know?" mutters El into Lucia's shoulder.

“—Fair enough.” Hug hug hug. 
Eventually the dinner bell rings. 
Lucia gets to her feet. “Come on, we can’t all go down to shop for late-night snacking.”

"You eat in shop?" El mutters, following her to the cafeteria.

“—Mals, I’m talking about crunchy mals with a juicy mana center.”

"I suppose you can spend that on turning expired vending machine snacks into vindaloo if you like."

“Wanting to kill mals does feel like being hungry.”

"...you liable to starve if you get them all one day?"

“Probably not? Killing mals feels satisfying, but afterwards I don’t actually feel less hungry. I felt really good after I killed all those mals in your room that night but, like, I felt good and also still hungry.”

"Huh. I guess if it got to be a big deal you could have an agglo farm or humanely breed chayaenas or something."

“I used to keep pet agglos at home in terraria after I found out that there were things that were tasty and hurt people.”

"Aww."

“When I was little and first managed to communicate my bloodthirst Mom brought me agglos. After I got picky about that she went outside the enclave to capture weaker mals and paralyze them so I could finish them off.“

"...wow. Suppose you must've been harder to sidetrack with ice cream than I was."

“I had such a one-track mind at that age. You’re lucky you met me after I developed more complex preferences.”

"Or what, you'd've slain me?"

“—Well, no, but I’d’ve been boring.”

"Wasn't exactly spoiled for scintillating - graduation allies - when we were little."

“…Rainy vibes affect the mundies too?”

"Oh yeah. I grew up in a commune full of crunchy granola hippies and they tolerated me for Mum's sake alone. To say nothing of school."