Miracles were hard to come by for most people. That Popp seemed to regularly conjure them up was in of itself, also a miracle.. maybe his true power was sheer luck, beloved of some benevolent deity or something. Sephiroth could only wonder, having seen for himself a total of one battle and hearing tales of many others. "I am told relying on others is a good thing."

He's not sure he agrees on principle, for similar reasons of not wanting to rely on help from others. And he's still patiently dissecting his half of the snack, though it's disappearing at a reasonable pace at least. And making a mess of his hands in the doing.

The silence that follows usually doesn't bode well, but this time at least it's turned to thinking of practical uses of magic besides on the battlefield. It's unfortunate Popp and Glenn never crossed paths, he suspected they'd get along like a house on fire.

"You could," he says eventually, at great length. "If you have access to a decent water spell and some minor telekinesis."