Fitz. [ Accompanied by a small smile, one part awkward and two parts rusty. ] There's aspirin in the hotel. Or there was, um— two months ago. Two people, I think; they might still have some to share.

[ That's followed by a pause as he considers leaving it there. It's probably rude to pry, but if the guy's already talking about casting spells on the network— ] Do you know magic?