[ah, hilda, always so down on herself. wanda just looks over at her friend with fondness, sitting up straighter and crossing her legs under herself, so that the young lizard can clamber on the folds of her skirt.

also, is hilda rich back in her world...? the thought never crossed her mind before. of course materials are expensive.]

That's just how art works, I think.

[it's a little amusing.]

And no, not always. For many years it was just telepathy and telekinesis. I never even thought there was anything magical about it. [a short nod] But it goes to show how little we know about even ourselves.