Elayra was pointing out things Ghent never bothered to notice. A takeout cup must have looked incredibly strange to her.
	"I guess the cups are supposed to be impractical; once you're finished with your drink, you toss it." He bit into his burger, relieved to find that the meat was still perfectly hot. All that running had paid off.
	"Nah, there's no swine in this. Only cow. They call it a hamburger because..." Ghent slowed, staring at Elayra in bafflement. Why [i]was[/i] it called a hamburger? "Actually...I don't know. Good question." 
	Following by her example, Ghent removed the lid to his milkshake and stirred the mixture with the straw so that it would be easier to drink. When Elayra took a sip, he watched, amused by her comical reaction. 
	"It's great, right? Don't drink it too fast -- you'll feel your brain freeze." 
	When Drust spoke up, Ghent felt his heart sink. For a while, he'd managed to forget their next destination. Wonderland was something he wished they didn't have to discuss; the more he learned, the worse the place sounded.
	"Well...I do have a few questions." Ghent's eyes were on his milkshake until he forced himself to make eye contact with the man. He wasn't going to go back on his word, but there was plenty of doubt lingering in his mind.
	"What if I can't get the magic to work?" This concerned Ghent the most. If he couldn't use magic, he would be almost completely useless to them. Plenty were counting on him, including his own father. It was a lot of pressure to be under so early on. 
	"Is there some old, wise magic mentor in Wonderland for me or something?" Skilled as his comrades were, Ghent doubted they would be able to help him much when it came to accessing his hidden abilities. 
	"Let's say I [i]do[/i] find it...how am I supposed to keep magic under control? Are we talking like...elemental magic, or crazy voodoo type stuff? I don't want to kill myself or anyone else by accident, you know?"