There were some Thaumaturgs back home who had weather-manipulating abilities. Diana hadn't met one in decades, if not a full century. But at least she could somewhat understand what he was saying. Or, rather, the concept of a 'storm mage' felt self explanatory. And now, so did his doohickeys. Some sort of design to augment his abilities. Made sense. Kind of cool, even. Although...

"Or you could just flick a lighter under a fire alarm and set off the sprinklers," she said lightly, as the server brought them menus.

No, she totally hadn't done that ever in the history of her sordid career as a Big Damn Hero.

Except that she had. A couple times a year, at least.

She smiled at him, gesturing for him to order whatever he wanted. "It looks a little heavy. How do you carry all that around with you?"