"It's not mine, it's yours! I'm a mimic. Try it!"

"...a mimic!" So can he just—oh! He can just! "This is awesome," he says, taking off and doing two quick laps of the room before floating over to the bar and settling back down hovering just above a stool.

"Unfortunately that's the only thing I was able to mimic and you've got a lot more going on. I moonlight as a witchcraft tutor, I'd love to help you figure out anything you don't have the hang of, but it's all locked up."

"You know what, that makes sense. The other magic is all..." He waves a hand vaguely. "Meta. It's more about getting more magic than being, itself, magic. Kind of. Terms and conditions apply. I am however interested in witchcraft tutoring, if that's the kind of thing that could help with the power you could touch? How does that work, I thought magic from your world was mostly pretty discrete."

"Well, I don't know who you've been talking to, but an arm is pretty discrete too and some people can play piano and some cannot."

"...huh. What a good analogy. Maybe my sources weren't very good." It was admittedly a pretty bad and shallow set of books (he says about a series that he liked enough to have read in its entirety three or four times). "—oh hey before we get into that are you a fan of the Volturi, are they a thing, are they around?" It's occurring to him that maybe the plot here is "do what the Cullens should've done and overthrow the evil vampire government". He can't say he's opposed to the idea.

"They are not around. I never had a strong opinion on them."

"...so they had been around? Where, uh, are they now instead?"

"Dead."

"—oh! Good on, uh, whoever killed them, unless they're worse I guess. Are they worse?"

"Depends on what you're into. We get along all right."

"Sapient flourishing. I know it's corny but I figure if this weren't the right kind of thing to say I wouldn't be saying it, you know?"

"New management looooves sapient flourishing."

"Oh, good for them, then, the Volturi had it coming. In my humble opinion." He hums thoughtfully and then floats down the rest of the way to the stool. "But then I don't know why the powers that be decided to send me here, with you. ...well, I mean, I guess maybe it just was about the witchcraft tutoring? What's your going rate for that?"

"I do it out of the goodness of my heart and professional interest."

"Oh! Color me interested, then!"

"That's what I like to hear! Backyard? More room to swoop around."

"Lead the way," he says, hopping off the stool. Then he pauses and looks at the bar again: "We'll be right back! Or I will, at any rate."

I'll be right here.

Backyard. There's a muddy grassy area, with a forest off to the left and a big lake off to the right and some mountains in the distance up ahead. It's lightly drizzling from the overbearing clouds above.

Peter's seifuku doesn't seem to agree. Not that it doesn't get wet, per se, but it does so in a way that makes him look cute and sparkly rather than sopping. The mud also has the good sense to not get attached to his shoes.

Cute. If only she had this ability. Maybe if she eats him? Well, that's a last resort. She lifts off into the air.

He also lifts off into the air! "So how does this usually go?"

"We find out what limits your power has, and dig into why it has them, and see if we can't bust them."

"Sensible! So limits like... I guess in this case speed, acceleration, maybe maximum height if there is one?"