Texted me, maybe? I could've used a word that you could turn into a crow. [But he reaches up a hand to give scritchies.] Between you and Lapis and August and Waver, I'm starting to be warier than anyone ever should be of birds. I worry one of these days a chicken will speak to me and I won't know whether I've gone insane or whether it's one of you lot.

[There's a pretty high chance of the latter in this city, really. Anyway. He shrugs.]

Only a legend, mate. The closest thing I ever saw to magic on my world was—just an ancient device, its mechanisms far beyond mortal understanding. [Roberts seemed to understand it just fine, but then Roberts is batshit and a Sage on top of all that.] Probably he just stood on a rock and the hill came much later.

Well. Don't tell Bonnet, but aye. It's as good as my mother's.

[Bonnet, sitting on the catke, squeaks in offense.]

Yours is better than hers was, but it's not hers!