"Magic then." He chuckled as the pick-ax dematerialized in thin air. A spider poked out of his left shoulder and it charged static. "Ennave, you got exciited." Fasuto grinned at the spider at his shoulder. "Anyways, where's this bowls?" He asked, Ophion. "And uh, take lead. You know the road.. right?" He looked at him questioningly again. "Not that I say that you don't or something." He defensively said. Doesn't want to hurt someone's feelings.