Doc chuckles. "True. I think the same thing saved Dee from poisoning a couple of times."

"I was new to being a person and thought gasoline would still be okay," Dee says, crossing her arms with a pout. "I didn't have more than a drop!"

"Fortunate, as our current reality doesn't really have a working poison control hotline."

Victor looks over at the magelets as they float up. "Hello! Certainly over here it has," he says, glancing skyward.

"The storm's been steadily shrinking for quite some time," Doc confirms. "I think we've seen the last of it. We're getting it all sorted so people can take some home."