Chrissy wants to roll her eyes at the prospect of magic, but it isn't as if she can deny what's in front of her. Everything that's happened today, in this last hour or two, ought to be impossible. Cat ears on a phone that's also a camera doesn't come close to being the weirdest thing about it. Perhaps because of that, it's just easy to latch onto, something simple and inconsequential rather than world-altering or pertaining to the fact that she's supposed to be dead.

With this, weird or not, she can just be here, feeling halfway normal, doing something fun with an unexpected friend. There's no Vecna, no mother to disappoint, no boyfriend's arm to hang on. Just someone who seems to see her for who she is and who's willing to let her stay for now so she won't have to be alone.

"I think you'd be the expert on magic," she points out, gently teasing. "Do they have... phone-cat-cameras in your game?"