[They contemplate, chewing on the tip of their pencil as they consider it. Magic and items from other worlds. They brighten slightly as the pencil begins to tap against the side of the page with a renewed vigor.]

There's...Sirius. I dunno if you know him, but he can use magic and says lots of people can from his world. Like it's, um, genetic? I think he said?

[Frisk hesitates for only a moment before pushing their notebook off their lap and sliding off the bed again, pausing only to shake the hair from their eyes.]

I know. I know you won't. But magic can be kinda - I mean, a lot of monsters didn't even mean to hurt me. They were just using bullets to say hello. Still hurt when they hit.