Moxie looked confused. She never heard about THIRTEEN kinds of magic, her world only ever consisted of two, and as far as she knew… oh wait, no, the wolf was right about the animal thing, only certain specially trained animals could manipulate magic, there's a whole school just to train them. She shook off these thoughts, for she wanted to listen to the story.
'My, of course, we wish to hear' replied Duchess, 'and I would happily have some popcorn, but I'm afraid we don't have any on us…'
'What on Earth is popcorn?'
'Corn that's popped, of course!'
'What? Corn? Like, corn with ears and stuff? How do you pop it? Magic? Also, I hate vegetables, why can't we have some carcass instead?'
'We have no carcass, my dear.'
'Oh yeah… oh man, I'm starving. We can use magical ingredients to make food with sometimes special effects, but it's easier just to kill a bird and let it sit unless it's all nice and rich in flavour.' Duchess tried not to puke. She and Moxie did not have the same taste in food, obviously. 'Oh, sorry dear, I know you only like fresh stuff. Probably smothered in weird solidified goats milk or something.'
'Cheese, my dear.'