"Two sisters," Klaus says, holding up two fingers for emphasis. "But one of them is a big deal movie star who thinks she's better than everyone else because she can bend people to her will, or whatever, and the other..." he trails off and makes a face, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head. He takes another drink, because really, thinking about Vanya is hard enough. Just considering how much he hadn't known about her, and how unfair the whole stupid thing was, and how much he still hated Reginald for all of it, was too much.

He laughs and looks up again. "Oh, our dad just got it in his head that we needed to save the world or some shit, so he abused us into becoming what he called superheroes. There were comic books and action figures and all of it. It was pretty fucking rotten, if you want to know."

He shakes his head, because that is way too much of that train of thought for one conversation.

"I don't know, I mean, what kinda magic do you do? Is it wide open? Do I get like three wishes? Can you fly? Can you make me fly? Oh, no, I know, can you conjure things out of thin air? Turn people you don't like into toads?"

He's having way too much fun thinking up how magic works in movies and things and not considering that it might, in fact, be a real thing.