"I didn't grasp it too well until someone explained that it's more or less a demiplane. Even where I come from, that's not the first thought that'll come to your head."

There's a laugh in her voice, more at herself instead of him. There's the sound of clinking glassware, as she pours off the now appropriately warm mixture into the rest of the ingredients.

"From how you talk, then, your world is secretly magical?"