Iggy frowns. "Magic," he repeats. Then, sounding infinitely more depressed, "Classes." He sighs. "I hate learning," he whines.

"Can't we just say, 'thank you but no' and go like... I dunno, open Ye Olde Hot Dog Stand?" He glances about and then leans in a little closer. "I'll level with you, Jon, because you seem so nice - I am not cut out to be a wizard. My career path back home hinged on arts and leisure. Plus I look stupid with facial hair."