Uh, well... [ Jake trails off. Magic had been his stock response for so long. Even with the extremely complicated truth now known to him, the idea of ceding his self-identified magic origins feels strange. Almost like certain dead blue guys had won some sort of victory over him. ] Yeah, mama. Magic all up in this dog.

[ Short and sweet. Nothing wrong with that, right? ]

Anyway. London, huh? [ Jake sniffs, scratching his chest. ] Never heard of it, bro. Never heard of no 'bow bell,' neither. What kinda planet is it?