( Boy is he just, like, the worst guy to choose to try and logically explain an abstract magical concept. He blows out a breath, his lips raspberrying together in a soft, distracted sound. )

There's this whole... meditation... shared dreamscape thing, that's- it connects you to the big magic rock and then you get to basically hop into X-Men Danger Room simulation world. People have built freaking everything in there, I'm not even kidding. We got- gas stations and bars and castles, and all kinds of crazy crap. Somebody stuck a little bit of New York right next to a little bit of Chicago, and they're both just down the road from a seventy-foot-tall homoerotic temple made of two giant dudes.

( So. You know. Imaginary Starbucks. )