“Exactly. Say you’re a heavy hitter used to punching something with full force, and now you need to do the exact same thing but make it a butterfly tap.” Does this metaphor make any sense whatsoever? Fuckit, whatever, he’s already committed to it: “You’re used to gross motor control, but you need to get accustomed to fine muscle movements instead.”

Archly, “I used to be a surgeon, so unsurprisingly, my skills lie with the latter. I wonder—”

Strange stirs from his meditative floating and unfolds his legs, stretching them out and gently landing on the rooftop instead as he considers. He’s rarely been put in the position of teacher like this, but he finds that he’s been warming to it. He’s shit with the kid novices at Kamar-Taj, but Piper sasses him right back and she doesn’t burst into tears if he’s a little sharper than usual, so he likes working with her. And he has an idea:

“Do you paint or play any musical instruments?”