Give him a minute, he's processing a lot of information here, starting with, We can all do magic and ending with We can all do magic.

As in, "rabbits out of a hat" magic or "one of your crew turned into a fucking seagull" magic?

They'll come back to that. Far easier to absorb is the information about his new companion's (friend's?) hearing. The look of comprehension on Ed's face is delayed, but it does ultimately arrive.

"Oh, yeah." He wiggles his hand. "Knew a few guys like that. You'd be surprised how many fights end with a fork in someone's ear."

Wait, alright, he's circling back now. Thinking...in someone's direction. He can give it a go. That's easy, yeah? He can think, and he's thought at someone before, many times. They just don't know about it, usually, which is ideal because occasionally those thoughts were...not nice, and possibly murderous, but that's in the past.

"Okay, um—" He closes his eyes, hands clasped in front of him like he's ready to drop to his knees for the Lord Himself. "—Hello, my name is Ed."

Hello, my name is Ed.

Ed cracks open an eye. Did it work? How is he supposed to know if—

How am I supposed to know if it worked do I get to see the sparkles, too? Am I doing magic? Fuck, my fingers are cold—

Congratulations, you've taught him to project his thoughts. Maybe it's time to teach him how to turn it off.