[ It's almost exactly the topic change Krouse has been trying to avoid. He doesn't let it ruffle his composure, but he uses the excuse of taking another bite out of his by now stone cold burger to think over how he'll handle it. ]

I play video games.

[ 'Normally' is a convenient word. He's not lying. It's even a truth that fits neatly into what they've already been talking about. ]

That's a kind of game you play on a computer, which is...sort of like a magic box that can project images, store and process information, and communicate with other computers.

It's like being on a sports team, if you have those. We play competitively and get paid for it.

[ He's grateful again for the dullness of his emotions. He can talk about it like it's nothing. Normal. ]

I know some things about making computers work better because of it. That's why what you're talking about makes sense to me.

[ His eyebrows draw together briefly, a crease forming between them unnoticed by him, as he goes over what he just said. He thinks it holds together. ]

So, no. Not exactly saving the world. [ He puts his burger down and drops his gaze with it. ] And that's rough, about your magic.