Luck or not, progress has to start somewhere.

[ Lanky strides bring him to her side in a few paces. ]

You say not to sweat it, but I'm already sweating figurative bullets. How do you teach someone to tap into their own magic? Do you know how many schools of spellcraft exist in my Earth alone? What about yours?

It's a daunting thought... but I'll throw my gloves away if I can't get you to at least replicate that sick high jump.

[ That's apparently worse than being damned, to him. ]