Cyrus was intrigued to say the least. He looked at his hand again and flexed it, utterly perplexed at the feeling he just experienced. He would have liked to explore it more but that plan was halted when several items came through nigh at once. As quickly as he could he grabbed the fries, the odd liquid beverage holder with a cylindrical tube sticking out of it, as well as his map and a paper substance that held the dirt he sent through. He paused to set the things down and quickly taking one of the potato sticks and popping it into his mouth, savoring the unique and eloquent flavor that the fries seemed to give off. He then set to responding to Jo.

"[i]I do hate to say I told you so. However I must take this moment to ask do you believe in magic now. Or should I simply walk through the book and show you I have none of this technology that you speak of. And I can create my flame at will. So I digress but would love to take this moment to say I told you so and will love to prove it to you at the next convenient time.  [/i]

His eyes quickly glazed over the part that said nothing big. So what he did was place his hand on the books pages and he felt the pull of the other world. His hand sinking into the pages like it was water or quicksand. And once again the same feeling of disembodiment came. It was an odd sensation that proved hard to get over. He could feel his hand and move his hand, but it felt like an extension of himself, like magic if nothing else. He felt around and just felt the pages of the book before pulling his hand back through. It was definitely an odd feeling. But even with the idea of the unknown facing him. He decided to listen and wait for her to say it was safe for him to do something big.