We don't make that distinction in my world - magic is just, magic. There's different branches, of course and some are more... difficult than others -

[Magic is a topic near and dear to her heart, and Willow's quite happy to compare notes with others from different worlds. She stops suddenly, though, as he asks if she's touched the mushrooms, and nods.]

Yeah, they -

[She trails off. Hold on. Since when do mushrooms explode into a rainbow of smaller ones when you touch them? That doesn't make sense, and realization is beginning to dawn that perhaps something isn't quite right about them.

She glances to Paul, and reaches out to flick one away from the skeleton's upper arm. It sends a shower of smaller ones into the air, and she reaches out to touch them, but it hits her that she doesn't actually feel them.]

They don't act like any mushrooms I've ever run into before.