It was his seemingly effortless use of his abilities and the sheer vastness of said abilities that Piper both admired and envied. Envied specifically the "seemingly effortless" part and not the vastness part. She'd had that once and maybe it'll take time but she'd gain more as time went on. She was sure of that now. Maybe not to his extent but there was a reason he was the Sorcerer Supreme.

Piper snorts at the question without taking her eyes off her palm. "Yes because nothing screams Piper more than passive and mild," she says dryly with a little smirk. "There are other schools of thought, I know but this one has been the easiest for me to wrap my head around."

She's so focused on her palm that she doesn't notice the barometric pressure building and how the once sunny skies have grown cloudy.

"Huh," she says and glances up toward the sky before glancing over at Strange and looking him over in his robes. "And here I thought they were all your good robes."

"Is it a good or bad sign that I may not be able to form a water ball but I can maybe make it rain?" She pauses. "Literally."