"And the range is from - manipulating natural forces to rewriting reality itself? Criminy. How - I mean, you've implied that people who get those power don't also get, I don't know, super-emotional-stability so... god." Saturday is working out the logistics of trying to protect the unpowered from the god-powered and not liking the results. "How did you keep people safe? Like, people with the gene from people without and vice versa? Things in my world settled down after a while because it was predictable, there were limits to what you could develop and how, and eventually everything kinda balanced itself out - "

Saturday catches herself. "Ain't my world. Don't mean to sound judgemental. And yeah. When the magic cycled back in, people started waking up as trolls and orcs and elves and dwarves and all that." She spears a limp round red thing that could be a tomato, sure. "My world is on this cycle, and on one end there's magic so thick that basically everyone has access to it. And on the other end, magic is just flat out impossible. Fifty years ago we started moving back into the magic end of things."