[Dixon snorts at the distaste over magic. He's of two minds about it; on the one hand, fantasy is not a genre that ever interested him, and magic seems unpredictable, unreliable and full of weird consequences. On the other hand, one of those weird consequences is that he can get magically drunk now, and the explanation of "it's magic!" puts a quick stop to a lot of boring theorizing on how all the shenanigans here could be possible.

He tilts a little "yay magic" more than "boo magic", but not by such a wide margin that he can't understand why Kal's not a fan.]

Happy to. [Thrilled to. The idea of being a tour guide to Superman is up there on Dixon's bucket list, which he only just started putting together.] What've you had time to see? I can take you back up the path and you can see some of the monsters that jumped us, if you want, but we might get teleported back here before we make it there.