[He's nodding a little to himself, uncrossing his arms so that he can reach back into his sleeve once more and absentmindedly rummage around a bit.] I suppose a little misbehavior is warranted, given the circumstances of their existence.

[When he withdraws his hand he has a sealed cup of boba in his grip, which he shakes a few times before puncturing the top with a wide straw he also produces from the innards of his clothing. He then takes a few steps closer, holding it outstretched for her to take at her leisure.]

Here you are, then. You mentioned magic?