Conjuration, huh? That's a step up from transmutation in the 'impressive' category, if not the 'useful' one. What's this guy's name? There aren't that many magic-handling families out there - at least, not many that could produce someone with a primary school in conjuration (as opposed to 'remedial charm-twisting' or 'cutting a ward that almost works'). Maybe she'd actually recognize it, and it would sure be nice to recognize something.

Of course, even if he's not from one of the big families, any idiot with a drop of magic-handling blood in their system can tap into sympathetic magic. Which makes his offer, unsettling as it might be, one of the least baffling things she's been confronted with since she got here. She only eyes his hand for a moment before reaching for it with a little sigh. "Yeah, knock yourself out." Remembering the exploding combox incident, she pauses for a moment before touching him and adds, "Not literally."