Felix, by now, no longer gets that small, irritated flare -- the one that felt a little like being caught in a miscommunication and a little more like being talked down to -- that he used to get when he heard the word magic. "Right. There's no magic here. It's all technology."

A beat. The tiny smile, this time, is a little mischievous.

"We could catch the bus down to Fleet Headquarters if you wanna see them up close," he suggests.