"Er. Just- be careful? There's all these horror stories about, like, 'I tried to use magic and gave myself horns in human form and could never leave Avalon again'. That's why Mike just reads about it."

"I'll be careful, but I want to at least learn about it and probably learn to do it."

"Figure out how to make new medallions," Alli suggests facetiously. "Be a hero to critters everywhere."

"You laugh."

"You've been a critter for maybe three hours and we're not even old enough to drink yet. I am allowed to laugh until you have at least encountered a spell book."

"What? It's a good idea! Don't be so dismissive. We need more medallions, why can't she be the one to make them?" Jenny huffs.

"It's a very good idea! And it is also the magical equivalent of proclaiming you'll win the Stanley Cup before ever going ice skating. I am fully in support of medallion-y goals, and all that. I'm just- laughing at the lack of in between steps."

"There is an important difference between magic and ice skating, namely I strongly expect that ice skating involves a lot more standing up - I suspect this because if magic involved a lot of standing up instead of laughing you would have gently explained to me that I am probably unable for obvious reasons."

"...do you still have problems if you're standing still?" Alli wonders, diverted. "Is wheelchair-level clumsy a thing that applies while motionless? Ah, merde, not the point. No idea, I know nothing about magic to speak of, but I haven't heard of anything like that."

"'Wheelchair-level clumsy'?" Jenny repeats, looking rather mystified.

"No, I can actually stand, as long as it's on both feet, not on ice, not on a boat, etcetera, it's walking that gets me into trouble," admits May. "Jenny, my legs work, it's my balance that doesn't. I can walk if I'm willing to trip a whole lot, but I'm not, so I don't."

"Oh! Okay," Jenny says, content with her newfound enlightenment. "I've seen you out of the chair, I think, I just didn't know details. And it seemed reeeeally random and weird to ask, so."

"I don't mind, but some people get touchy about it, so good instinct. And in spite of not usually being touchy about it sometimes I get asked six times in a day, which will make anybody irritable."

Jenny laughs. "I know how that feels! Well, not the wheelchair part, but it's like every time I babysit for my cousins some random lady in the grocery store is yelling at me about 'irresponsible teen moms'."

"Oh dear, that's got to be awkward. And people have some excuse to want to know what's up with me, but have no excuse for forgetting that other forms of relative exist."

"What, random strangers like grocery store ladies? They have an excuse? I, of course, totally had an excuse. I was not a random stranger. Besides. Airports and speaking French and whatever!"

"I mean, ignorance is sort of an excuse? If I tell somebody 'yeah, it's possible to be that clumsy' they may have just learned something. If Jenny tells somebody 'have you heard of cousins' they probably haven't learned anything they didn't already at least sort of know."

"I suppose. People should just not be stupid, though!"

"Wouldn't that be nice. Anyway, do you two know anything else, even in vague terms, about magic?"

May starts waving her hands around to dry the polish. "I might want to meet Mikey, then. As a first step before I address total unconnected strangers."

Jenny snorts. "Sure, stop by sometime. You may be swarmed by tiny pegasi, though. Just so you know."

"That does not sound like a problem."

"It's a pretty cute problem!"

"You got your medallion young or something?"