"Excessively, even," laughs Kaylo.

"Yes. Yes, that is the word that I used."

"Despite the fact that you promptly established that it'd be very bad if I were one bit less magic," he snorts.

"Well. Yes," he says. "There's also the other thing you have that isn't in the same container, though. Is that also completely ordinary?"

"The - other thing. Does it look like a hole that is not a hole?" guesses Kaylo.

"Y...es. Possibly. It looks like a thing that stuff goes through."

"That's probably my channeling capacity, then, it's even more ordinary, nearly everyone from my world has one of those."

"Oh. Hmm. What does it channel?"

"Wizarding magic from the reservoir, through spells."

"Aha. Hence why you can't cast spells at Milliways, because the stuff that goes through it isn't anywhere nearby."

"Yeah, it's pretty firmly attached to Elcenia. It's theoretically possible that I could do something with a compatible but not identical reservoir from somewhere else, but it probably wouldn't have the same spells entrained."

"I wonder what the stuff that goes through it looks like," he says musingly.

"...Well, when I look at it, it looks like whatever the designer of my analysis spell decided to represent it as, which I guess doesn't answer your wondering, does it."

"It does not! I'd have to see some. Right now all I know is that there isn't any in reach. I would recognize it if I saw it, though. It would have stuff-that-goes-through-the-thingness."

"I'm beginning to suspect that you aren't talking about things with color and opacity, here."

"Not remotely," he says. "There isn't anything particularly subcategorical about the shade of red that your eyes are, but when I look at the magic, I see it insisting that your shape should have that particular one there. And it's tied to some other things, and all together it has a very subcategorical look."

"That is really very interesting. I wish I could cast an analysis and have a look at your magic right back, but." He waves illustratively at their surroundings.

"Yes," says Lazarus. "And unfortunately my power doesn't share. Not that you'd have much luck interpreting it if it did, I don't think; it is extremely me and not anyone-else-ish at all."

"I'm occasionally asked to stop speaking in jargon. This is the first time it has occurred to me to ask someone else to start."

"Unfortunately, I don't have a jargon, because there is only one of me and only one of my power and it doesn't really sort itself into a vocabulary."

"That's a shame," says Kaylo. He finishes his iced planet. "One of each power, huh? Not very - systematic."

"No, indeed. Well, there are exceptions. There's one of each power of the kind that I have, but there are also mints, who are special."

"Yeah, what do they do?"

"They make coins that grant wishes," he says. "For which one possible use is turning more people into mints, and there is only one way to be a mint."

"How peculiar."