Well, there's definitely limits to what I can channel just by myself, [ Matt notes. He takes another gulp from his glass. He feels a tinge warmer, but he's not sure if it's hitting him yet or if the feeling is psychosomatic. ] Or even with a partner. But none of that's finite--I don't know if that's what you mean about the circuits.

[ Matt can't help a charmed smile at being called a believer ... or close to one, at least. Touched. ]

I don't think I'd be able to fully explain my perspective. But ever since I figured out I could do magic, I felt connected to this bigger force. It felt so big, and so ... specific, or intricate, and alive ... that I think connecting that force to deities with names and personalities just made sense to me.

[ And yet, Matt's not offering to cast his taste-dulling spell on Tezca's tongue. The secret to that might lie in his expression as he watches him debate his next sip: whimsical, drifting towards what you might call impish. ]