[ Yeah... this is the point Topher remembers he's talking to a kid. Thankfully, she saves herself a condescending explanation by asking a follow-up question. ]

Because magic is pretty much the watchword of the home sweet nightmare that is Deerington. It's, like, every second person can shoot fire or can leap tall buildings in single bound.

[ Or so it seems to a guy who can do exactly none of that. ]

You're in good company, is what I'm saying.