"Eh, we tore our hair out over that for a bit- the world she's from, it's... weird, it doesn't have days, or anything we could compare to tell time by."

Max thinks for a moment. Trevor, meanwhile, nervously mutters something about tenses and specifiers, and goes to grab a book from a shelf.

"I didn't... I didn't call the residence people, no. I can't really pay for university housing on a teacher's salary..."

Trevor scoffs. "What, are you serious? She's magic, just go win the Randi Prize or whatever. You mean to tell me you can't think of a way to make money off a wizard?"

"...the Randy what?"