Yeah, it's just a bit pricier later. A couple years of work, maybe.

And it wouldn't be too difficult to, like, borrow a pepper shaker from another space angel?

That shouldn't be too difficult, no. 

Then she will take non-upgraded food for the time being so she can afford Wikipedia.

Okay, it seems like everything's set, then? Her five point seven million dollars will be distributed between her parents and charities as specified.

She will keep some for herself so she can locally set up accounts for things on the internet during her visits home. (That will work, right?)

Ish. Might be buggy, and no commenting or anything.

Yeah, no commenting, but if she wants academic journal access or something she wants to be able to set that up while she's on Earth and have it function on Earthsea.

They can't promise it'll work all the time, depending on how the accounts are set up, but it should generally be ok? Extradimensional internet is extremely tricky.

It sounds it. Does she get a trade-in if it doesn't work at all?

It'll work, it just might not work for everything she wants to use it for. If it doesn't work at all? Sure, more earth vacations, how about.

Sounds good.

She lays out her apartment - loft bed above some bookshelves in a library-office-bedroom, kitchen-parlor, bathroom - calls her mom and dad to say she's ready to go and loves them and will see them Christmas -

- and goes and presents herself for transmigration.

They have her put all her accounts into a password manager type thing. They could theoretically break it open but promise not to.

Then it's off to another hospital like setting with lots of security. She can change her mind at any time, right up until the sedative goes in.

Nope. She will be sedated and wake up a space angel.

Eliding the rather brutal nature of the procedure from here...

Then she will wake up in her bed in her new pocket dimensional apartment.

Cozy!

Streeeetch. What is her body like now?

She's shaped just like she was before. She has healthy un-frazzled hair, and is wearing jeans and a T-shirt and underwear, all unexceptional but a good fit. There aren't any niggling aches and pains or discomforts. Her teeth are perfect, no hangnails, no weird muscle pulls, no skin tags or moles or freckles unless she was particularly fond of them. She doesn't feel particularly hungry or thirsty, nor particularly full. She still feels the breath in her lungs and clothes on her skin and heat and chill and everything else. She can feel a soft, gentle drain in the back of her head - like individual drops out of a tap, drawing from a big swimming pool. A bit of focus can put numbers to that feeling - 3 per hour, ticking up somewhat when she moves around, to sustain her body, and a stored well of 29999.7... .6, now. She can also feel motes on the edge of her awareness; Khintal's previous barrage of sensations make them recognizable, if muddled and indistinct at the moment.

Awesomesauce.

She hops out of bed. Where does she report for magic lessons??

She's supposed to pray to Khintal for that; The response is the sudden knowledge that her magic teacher would like to open a portal to her pocket dimension and she can either deny it or pick a spot for it.

Let's put that over there by her desk. She plops in her desk chair.

A door-sized portal opens to a large sandlot sort of area with a woman with thin features of some not quite familiar ethnicity - not quite Caucasian, not quite Asian, not quite anything familiar - and black hair in a neat ponytail, wearing black robes, standing there. One of the guys from the summer camp, a quiet one, is staring at some rocks in the background.

"Welcome, o blessed one," She says in a somewhat flat tone. "Come on through. Lessons in here, special purpose sub-dimension."

She steps through. "Hi. I'm Bella."

A slow nod, during which her bored, slightly distant expression doesn't change at all. "Hello. I am Loril. I've been tapped by Khintal to train many of his... Distant new hires. I have extensive experience with both motemancy and biomancy. I will teach you to the very best of my ability, because if you're going to do a job you do it well. I will answer your questions, I will show you how to do the work, I will watch you practice and see where you go wrong and how to stop doing that. Whether you make optimal use of this boon is up to you," She drawls, "But I would recommend doing so. And then our time together will come to an end, and I will return to my usual routine and may well never see you again. Does this make sense?"

"I think so. Uh, do you hate your job or something, is there a way this could be less unpleasant for you?"

"Why does everyone ask about my feelings?" Eyeroll, and a subtle mouth twitch. "I don't hate the job. It will be nice to have someone listen to me for once. I would have refused if I hated it. It's a job. What I hate are people who laze around when they should be working, try to tell me what to do, or ask the same question ten times. So don't do that."