[He almost snorts, but manages to contain it. Well, hopefully it won't be exciting, no. Still, he's not unsympathetic to Fugo's anxiety. He wishes he could be a little closer to help soothe it, but — later.]

Sort of like dehydrating it, but the water is magic.

[The analogy makes sense to him, anyway.]

I wouldn't have thought about the magic in the house. I think it's a good idea. But — where does the magic go, once you pull it out?

[He has a sinking feeling he already knows.]