"Pretty sure you're not straight, Hya," Xanthippe replied, looking up again. They hadn't ever talked about it, but he had, like, the queerest vibe of everyone she knew. (And the fact that she thought that, and the reasons for why she did, probably both raised some questions about what her own identity might have been if she hadn't been so high-strung about even getting close to members of one gender.) "So I'm pretty sure you think everyone's magical."

Or, you know. Not everyone, but regardless of gender, anyway.

Her head stayed tilted a little. "So what happens if someone does what they're not supposed to?"