"I hear the bigger fireworks are for later tonight," he says, dipping his head slightly in both acknowledgement and thanks for procuring them.

"We call meta abilities Quirks in my world. It's technically a physical ability. Not necessarily like magic I've seen here."

He picks up another bomb from the bag but doesn't light it. He says thoughtfully, in his unassumingly casual but nerdy way,

"I think to some extent the magic of this world can interact with ours, probably due to us being Sleepers now, with different blood and physiology and everything. I got stuck down a well here once, and both my super strength and my friend's magic were nullified."