Different politicians! Different witch trials! Different background attitude towards investigation of weird phenomena! One of the Pittsburgh funiculars has a different name for some reason! The broad outlines of history both human and natural are basically the same but the little details are different. If her guess is correct that her previous earth had no magic, then under her very shaky understanding of the model of physics that was generally believed by experts on the other earth, the worlds must have diverged a long time ago, which means the similarities are a priori unlikely enough to plausibly be the result of careful selection, which along with the level of complexity involved in the de-aging and memory wipe suggests she was put here by some intelligence for some purpose. As to what that purpose could be, she has only the vaguest of guesses.

"It's interesting that you say 'diverged a very long time ago'," says Wednesday. "I would've expected something more like... one universe is a dark mirror of the other. It does make sense, now that I think of it, that if you change the past, the future will change along with it... but it seems hard to be sure about that sort of thing. And what do you mean, about careful selection?"

"I mean, if you list out all the ways history could have gone, starting from a point, I dunno, two thousand years ago, there are a lot of them, and most of them by the time you get to twenty eighteen wouldn't even have recognizable English let alone Bush V Gore. And yet I end up in one where I can communicate with the first people I meet--which means not even a particular timeline but a part of the world where English is spoken rather than the ocean or China or something. So either it's a big coincidence or some kind of mind decided to make it like that. But all of that depends on the hypothesis that all possible histories are equally real, and the theory that predicts that doesn't predict it being possible to travel between them, so maybe I'm barking up the complete wrong tree. It still seems like if there are at least two Earths there are probably loads, but maybe it's not the branching histories thing. Clearly I should study quantum mechanics until I can have an actual informed opinion."

"I'm not sure whether quantum mechanics will have the answers you seek," says Morticia. "If I had the same questions, I would turn to divination first. But perhaps you're right, or perhaps we're both wrong. Who can say?"

"Oh, I should definitely also study divination! Assuming it's a thing you can study and not a thing you have to be born with." There ought to be some branch of magic she can theoretically get good at with enough effort, isn't that in the Isekai protagonist union contract somewhere she should just be grateful she didn't have to learn a language by immersion.

"That, I cannot tell you, yet. But you may be assured that if you join our family, I will work tirelessly to find ways to bring you alongside us in our command of the occult."

Giant grin. "Thank you. For a lot of things. You're being so amazingly kind and I appreciate it a lot." And someday she will be in a position to pay it back or at least pay it forward, whether she can learn magic or not. She was strong enough to make her own way in the world once and someday she will be strong again.

"Someone my Wednesday is willing to accept as a friend is a rare creature indeed."

Wednesday's impassive face takes on a faint air of having told someone so.

She totally did get told so! That doesn't make it not admirably generous. 

"You're awesome too, Wednesday. And I look forward to meeting everyone else."

"I won't bias your impressions by trying to summarize anyone," she says after a moment's thought. "Oh, though I should warn you, my parents are physically incapable of keeping their hands and/or faces off of each other for longer than about five minutes at a stretch. It's moderately revolting."

"I will not apologize for being in love," says Morticia.

Cute??? She shrugs and says cheerfully, "None of my business. I continue to have the mind of a twenty-something; I won't have my childlike innocence damaged by the sight of kissing." And if they go any farther than kissing she will simply point her eyes elsewhere.

"It's not damaging, just very irritating. But perhaps you'll have a higher tolerance for displays of affection than I do."

Shrug. "Might be more irritating when it's your parents." This is a weird topic and she doesn't know what things are reasonable to say so she reaches into the Topic Bin and grabs the first thing available. "By the way, the whole family is magic, right? Are there multiple kinds of magic people or just one?" In particular she remembers there having been an ambiguous remark about vampires earlier and if the awkwardness of being a vegan living among omnivores is going to be turned up to thirteen that would be useful information to have soonest. Even if it means jumping out of the complicated topic frying pan into the complicated topic fire.

"There are numerous kinds, if by 'magic people' you mean to include witches, werewolves, vampires, sirens, gorgons, and all the other little oddities that fall under the outcast umbrella," says Morticia. "I come from a long line of witches, myself; my darling husband's ancestry is more muddled, but there have been many fine witches in his family as well."

"Cool! My earth actually has fictional stories about beings with all of those names but I just realized I don't know if they line up--witches can cast versatile magic on purpose, werewolves involuntarily turn into wolves on the full moon or possibly voluntarily turn into wolves whenever they want, vampires are immortal but have to drink human blood, sirens can hypnotize people by singing, gorgons petrify anyone who looks at them? Is any of that accurate?"

"Gorgons only petrify when they let down their hair; it's meeting the gaze of the snakes that does it," says Morticia. "And the petrification is temporary. I'm told some people even find it relaxing. Werewolves... I'm not close with any, so perhaps I'm just repeating stereotypes, but I do think the lunar transformation is involuntary—though they are also capable of transforming the rest of the time, in moments of strong emotion, and perhaps deliberately as well. I believe vampires need not confine themselves to human blood, certainly not to ordinary blood. As well as their hypnotic voices, sirens also have a transformation of their own, into an aquatic form that I've always thought was very beautiful in its own way. The powers that run in a witch's blood are complex and hard to summarize, but versatile magic cast on purpose is certainly a part of it; a certain resilience to injury is also an ability whose potential we are born with, but which we learn to use better as we grow."

"That's awesome. O brave new world that has such people in it." Heeee she got to say the line and mean it completely literally. And it sounds like the vampires have figured something out, good for them. 

Morticia smiles warmly.

Even Wednesday seems potentially slightly pleased.

"So, what's the next thing I should be doing? Meeting people, grocery shopping . . . or if you have things to do I can spend the next however long reading more Wikipedia; I realize you weren't expecting a random person today."

"I was only planning a walk in the graveyard with an aspirational umbrella, and I can do that anytime."

"The boys will be coming home with freshly caught fish for dinner, so I think grocery shopping can safely wait until tomorrow," says Morticia. "Unless you'd prefer to have alternatives in case fish turns out to disagree with you?"

The prospect of eating unfamiliar flesh that might turn out to cause problems for Miranda's digestion takes on the prospect of inconveniencing the Addamses unnecessarily and gets its ass kicked. "I expect I'll be fine, thank you." There will probably be bread or rice or veggies or something on the side anyway.