Lyubov nods enthusiastically, and says, all in a rush, "yes! Like, nu, even if I weren't like, frum, I'd still like—" she pauses, bouncing on the balls of her feet, energised and suddenly excited, "Like, I'd still find it unsatisfying, to think that like, once we understand something, it ceases to be magic or that like, we … we can know everything. That it's all surface, and secrets are merely puzzles."

She pauses to catch her breath.

"Knowing how things work, it like, makes them more wonderful?" she says, still a little breathless. "But like. Not fully knowing, but trying to understand, that's wonderful, too. It's like. I mean. I guess I'd say that, it's part of my tradition—" the last part she mumbles, a little shy.

As Magne demonstrates her magnetisation powers, Lyubov beams in joy, and laughs when a nearby lamp-post takes exception to Magne's wonder-work.

"That's like, a fascinating question?" she says. "I mean, I'd expect thou could'st magnetise me the other way if I were presenting the other way, but nu like, what if I'm paying attention to like. Both thee and say like, Hawkeye? Would we find proof of the existence of monopoles?"

Not that she understands fully what magnetic monopoles are. She just knows they're a very hypothetical problem.