I'm from New York, I prefer lighter food, but I will definitely take you on the bourbon however.

[It's a strange thing to say, that her genetics are what might make it a challenge that may be needed to be counteracted with magic, but there's no time to ask. Perhaps later on, over a drink.

For now, his astral self smiles lightly as she pokes the air where his nose ethereally appears. Stephen is not exactly disappointed with her reaction: it's telling of how she knows him in her world if she's already expecting some trick from him.

The Cloak ripples slightly with happiness at the compliment, before gathering a bit of cloth together in a hand that it waves at the you woman. As Rogue settles into a more 'normal' position, Strange's astral body disappears, and a moment after, he opens his eyes, a slight curl on his lips:]

Glad to know some of my personal styling choices still matters.

[He's amused, clearly, and he tilts his head as he gives her a good look up and down. As expected, she's just as pretty as her app picture, but Stephen is now very much convinced they've never met before.]

So, you can fly. [A statement more than a question.] Anything else you want to show me?