I mean, it's not like anyone will avoid you. It's more like just a thing that happens. Like how if you make it to twelve weeks pregnant, your chance of miscarryin' plummets. Once you're here for two or three months, you're more likely to stay for a while. And disappearin' doesn't mean they won't summon you again. That happens sometimes too, but they never remember the other times they were here.

[ She looks down at her glass, like she had not really expected him to care. It's not that she's unaware that sweet tea is apparently a mystery to everyone in the universe outside of one geographical and cultural group in America -- of course she knows that. It's just that most of them refuse to engage unless it's directly to insult what is an obviously superior product (and she doesn't let them put the sugar in themselves because no one ever gets it right). ]

Of course it's still tea. It's just sweet tea. You're supposed to put the sugar in while you brew it, so it actually melts down, but that basic part of cookin' somehow confuses everyone else in the world. I don't even know how many times I been handed a glass of iced tea with a bunch of sugar packets, like that makes any sense. If I couldn't heat it with a thought, I'd just be drinkin' grainy cold tea. [ She sighs. ] But it was a problem in my old world, too, so I don't know what I expected outta this place. At least there's magic here.