[Whatever she means by the differentiation between magic and 'magic' mushrooms is lost on Paul, a faint confusion passing across his face before he shakes his head like he's clearing something from it.]

It's called thanergy.

[Paul reaches out and touches the collarbone of the skeleton, a note of wistfulness slipping into his words.]

Death energy. That would make sense, given the role of mushrooms in ecosystems...it has a symbolic resonance, which-

[There's nothing under his exploratory hand but clean, firm bone. He has to be imagining a look of mild reproach on the skeleton's fleshless skull, but he retracts his hand anyway, rubbing his finger together curiously. He sees the smut on them, but it flakes...wrong, somehow.]

...have you tried touching any of the fungi?