It's a family dinner. They've taken another pound or so of meat out of stasis, in five little pieces browned and covered in salt, still hot from when it was seared two months ago. There's a big pot of oatmeal and a salad and bowls and spoons for people to serve themselves. The people are just sitting down - a middle-aged couple, a strikingly handsome man with very dark skin, a young woman whose eyes are focused on something not in front of her, and a girl just launching into a monologue. They're really not expecting company.
"I would pick a few songs that show off what you can do and sing only those in public if I wanted to try singing professionally. I don’t know what I'd do next after that."
"You'll have a harder time getting money if you give everything away for free to every wizard of knowing."
"Gotcha. I'll have to pick out a repertoire and maybe make sure I have all the lyrics I'll need written down..."
"A wizard of knowing outside can't see inside the house. A wizard of knowing standing here can see inside the house but not inside your room."
"I would need help from a wizard of hiding - in Devin we call the magic hiding, in Hari we call it wrong eyes. It's kind of the opposite of hiding so maybe that's less confusing. We would work together."
"Probably - maybe I should write it down actually - but how would you make the illusion wizard know the song you were pirating?"
"I wouldn't. We would make a thing, like the movie you saw, and I would make it know which song we were pirating and the other wizard would make it sing."
"Oh, you can make stuff know stuff! Can you make stuff know stuff that isn't going to also do an illusion about it?"
"It does writing but it needs to be charged with electricity so I shouldn't use it too much."