"... Does it include other types of magic? We should check."

"I'd be really surprised, but - yeah, daeva, poke the dragon and see if your mojo behaves."

Cam pokes the dragon. He makes an M&M and eats it. "Just you, Phix."

"Okay. That's - good to know. Annoying for you, Phix, but still."

Max nods. And - scoots himself and Phix away from the dragon, a bit. Protectively. His magic fairy princess kitty. Bad dragon.

"I wonder how it works," muses Idania. "I'm working on the rune magic thingy, but - I wish the weird magic species effects had well-charted reasons for being magic."

"Sorry, but in spite of Mr. Smaug's delusions I'm the only known living sphinx and can't give you much of a body of literature on how I work. Likewise with the dragon, unless he's got family."

"Yeah. Blah, I'm mostly just annoyed because it's such delightfully straightforward magic with rules and it makes sense and everything and no one bothered to record it and that's upsetting."

"Well, we'll reconstruct it and make lots of copies, you can be in the research arm of my school. Anybody know how long the spellbinder knockout usually lasts?"

"No idea, sorry. We could maybe mirror Hex and ask...?"

"I don't think it matters. I'm staying here until he wakes up regardless of whether it's another five minutes or several hours."

"Good point. Not worth bothering them, then."

Phix snuggles her coughing boyfriend. "Note to self, do not be interrupted while incanting," she mutters.

The coughing has gotten to be less pronounced, but - yeah. Still coughing.

"Speaking of. Um. Adana? Can you...?" She motions to the remains of Max's previous meal.

"I think I'm superfluous here," Spring says, and she departs.

"I'll stick around in case the dragon decides to continue to be dangerous under several tons of osmium."

"Same."

Max snuggles his magic fairy princess kitty. He's not going anywhere.

His magic fairy princess kitty is happy to be snuggled.

"Hello," says Adana, almost pleasantly.

Max gives the dragon a death glare.