That was a lot of words and most of them didn't make any sense. The only thing he could think of that comparable to this kind of magic was, ugh, Azriaphale's faux magic. 'Magic' joke powder? He remembered that stuff... the joke had been on him, left him sneezing for a week. Rain repellent hats were just hats with a fancy title. A tornado tent in a bottle just sounded like unrelated words all strung together. Bloody daggers, self cleaning swords, fire rings... fantasy.

"Uh huh... Do you have any actual powers or do you only deal in props?"