[Odd. He's been called worse things, so he'll take it. She blew past the murderer thing and that's the part that tends to grind friendships to a halt. That's a good sign.]
I don't—oh.
[For a long moment, he's captivated by the lanterns. He's spent the past few days listing everything he hates about this place, but every so often, he spots something difficult to resent. Magic like this doesn't exist where he's from. The lights hover serenely above them, and you may as well have told him Santa Clause is real.]
You just did that like it was nothing.
[There's a quiet amazement in his voice. He's not shocked given she's just told him about her magic, but seeing it is something else—and she made it look so easy.
Oh, but she's said something.]
What? Yeah, sure. Deal. Is that an illusion? Or are they real?
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I don't—oh.
[For a long moment, he's captivated by the lanterns. He's spent the past few days listing everything he hates about this place, but every so often, he spots something difficult to resent. Magic like this doesn't exist where he's from. The lights hover serenely above them, and you may as well have told him Santa Clause is real.]
You just did that like it was nothing.
[There's a quiet amazement in his voice. He's not shocked given she's just told him about her magic, but seeing it is something else—and she made it look so easy.
Oh, but she's said something.]
What? Yeah, sure. Deal. Is that an illusion? Or are they real?
[He reaches up to touch one of the lanterns.]