Caspar wrinkles his nose at the mention of magical higher-ups. If his ears could move, they'd be dipping down, too. "That's a problem," he agrees reluctantly. "There's no magic where I'm from, but I suppose if I brought some fancy tech to my world, I'd get a lot of unwanted attention, too."

Despite the way that Caspar grimaces over talk of magic, he's quick to dismiss Rondo's sheepish expression. "No, that's a valid concern. My wife and I are lucky, we've got a cabin on a private plot of land, no one's about to start poking around in there. That's not a bad idea to have a place to stay here part-time. I gotta warn you, though, things around here get crazy real fast. You could get cut off from your world, or bring something back with you worse than a bad cold."