[Stephen Strange is good at improvising, clearly.]

I dunno, he still likes me just fine. I think you may just be stuck being someone he likes.

[Yeah see, you say stuff like that, but when you pet as enthusiastically as all that, there's no way Wong won't adore you, friendo.]

Well, the reason my magic got fucked was because the worlds magic was fucked. Long story short, other-dimensional Space Inquisition has a way to literally kill magic. Started small- artifacts and locations of power, then moved onto the bigger stuff like the leylines and the mystics. The Sanctum.

I've still got the proverbial muscle memory of working with that. And there's plenty of magic here for me to work with. Spent at least fifty or so years learning the old rules, gives me a leg up on figuring out how new ones might work.

[He shrugged lightly, going back to filling in dirt around the sapling as he spoke, mostly because it gave him something to focus on.]