I awoke at dawn, and staggered out into the kitchen, only to find my apprentice, having stayed up all night, staring at a sheet of scrolls.
"That a scroll of pancake creation?"
"36 and a half years."
"Bit long for pancakes, surely?"
He rose to his feet, holding out calculations accusingly at me.
"Gemstones that make up the ingredients in everyone's spells are destroyed. Even with immediate mass Gem-Make casting starting immediately, we'll probably run out in 36.5 years."
I did the sums.
"Well I'll be dead, and you'll know to stockpile."
He didn't agree, thus his conversion to diamond.
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