"Well, like I said there's some disagreement on the subject. But objectively, there's immortal Amazons and there's priests who go around casting out demons and there's various other shit, so I'd say yeah."

"...I don't suppose you'd get the reference if I said that I think I'm no longer in Kansas."

"No, you're definitely in Kansas. You can tell by the corn. -but we do have the Wizard of Oz here, your reference wasn't in vain."

"I thought I was ready for anything when it turned out magic was real but here I am in another universe. Maybe I should have read more sci-fi, I don't know a lot about how this story goes."

"...probably the way this one goes is that I take you to the Kents and tell them they've got a new unexpected kid to take in? They're boring, but they can keep you fed. Oh, but first I'd like to know what-all you can do with that stick of yours."

"Oh, bunches of things." He looks around for some solid object, decides to just do it on some fallen leaves, and swish and flick and "Wingardium Leviosa!" and now it's floating. "It works on heavier things than this but I don't wanna steal your corn. And you're not carrying any objects."

"I am definitely not. Neat. So it's like... telekinesis?"

"Yeah, this one is. I have some other stuff that works on other objects too but, hmm..." He points the stick at an empty spot in the air. "Flagrate!" And then he starts writing in the air with a ribbon that emerges from the tip of his wand. He spells, "I can also do stuff like this."

"Ooh. Lots of tricks. You seemed to think you could hurt me with it, earlier, what's that one do? I kind of wanna see if it'd work on me."

"Oh, okay." Point. "Everte Statum!"

Xan is thrown back a couple of feet, but catches himself in the air and stays floating. "Cool! Can anybody use one of those?"

"No, there's some genetic stuff related to it. Did you feel any pain? That should involve some pain but I don't know if it'd work on you."

"No pain. Pity, would've been interesting to know what it felt like."

"Do you get burned?—no, wait, I should not use fire in a cornfield."

"Tried to check a couple of times, but Martha's got eyes in the back of her head."

"She won't let you? If you find me a place with not this much corn I can make fire that doesn't burn anything I don't want it to."

"Ooh, sure - I'll take you to the barn, there's hay but I can clear us out a spot."

"Cool okay.—man I wish my broom had come with."

"I can carry you," Xan points out. "Haven't found a limit on what I can carry yet."

"You're naked," he points out.

"...and? It's not contagious."

"...I guess."

Xan picks up a pair of overalls and slings them over his shoulder, then unceremoniously picks Sadde up in a bridal carry and flies over to the barn at a speed that ruffles Sadde's hair.

He crouches and gently puts Sadde back on the ground. "And lo, you remain fully clothed."

He laughs. "That was not my objection. I'm not sure what was, though."

"It was probably some kind of social norm bullshit, society loves making people uncomfortable with things."

He gets a broom off a hook on the wall and sweeps the hay out of a six-foot radius circle in the middle of the barn. "Alright, go ahead and immolate me."