[ And he takes her completely seriously. They don't necessarily call bending magic in his world, but there are spirits and dragons and witches and all kinds of crazy shit, so he's not the one to be too picky on the word. ]

It's mechanical somehow... I don't understand it. It keeps paintings inside, and I heard you can put up posters that people can reply to by putting up their own posters, as if there is somehow a city bulletin board inside or something... I don't get that part. I know it also sends letters personally, but there is already ink and stamps inside, you don't even need to write! And now I learn it has a map, too... How does it all fit?

[ He takes his own communicator out of his pocket at that, holding it up in the air to examine its thickness. He's still thinking it must be like... a stack of papers on a roll somehow. He isn't necessarily the scientist type even if there was something even remotely similar to this where he's from. He may be arching a brow quizzically as he looks the device over more closely, but it is possibly the first time since they started speaking that his brow isn't furrowed, and his face is somewhat more open — from his good side, he almost looks like a normal teenager in this moment, turning the gadget over in his hands as they walk and talk. ]