Halfway through crafting a line of all the things they could do their best to playact at, her clever companion says something much more interesting. "Demiplane? That's some serious magic. Is that even a spell at that point? That reads more legend than wizardry."

She leans in closer than she needs to share a look at the picture, mindful to keep her hands clasped politely in front of her. Her smile softens as she looks, gentle and content. "There's no joy quite so sweet in any realm as the simple fondness of enjoying the company of someone who enjoys yours. It's the seed from which every love of every kind sprouts."