[Two other worlds. He almost pries, but new distraction's come soon enough, and rising hands come up lightly.]

Well...

[Rather than mention, he brings both palms out in tandem, and then hands cupped together, flames lit openly on his left, he lets his right hand lace in ice, his two sides split and further rivaling in their elements. He looks up thoughtful.]

We call them "Quirks" where I'm from. [His type of "magics".] I wanted to help you train your flames, though. [If that's alright?]

We don't know if you might need them.

[And in any case,]

I only get water using my spells here.