Beverly was done eating for now. It was getting a bit distracting having to choose between jotting things down and eating. Brain VS stomach. Never a good match, and not one she wanted to play while in class. Dabbing a napkin to her lips she raised her hand.

"You'd have anything you wish for if it wasn't for limitations." Nearly everything. "To survive we need food, a form to support ourselves which is money and affection. The latter which can not be bought, but with the first two you're more than half way there." Beverly paused, thinking her next words carefully. "Also, if it wasn't for limitations there would me more chaos over power. If we were able to conjure food, we wouldn't worry about it. But, if we were able to conjure money then there would be a lot of hungry-power-seekers fighting for the number one spot." Meaning, a lot of stupid heads fighting to surpass one another.

A lot of things happen because of power, Beverly was all too aware of that. Thinking about the entire magical population fighting for it would have her thinking of inhabiting Mars.