"Don't bring them up," Vega drones, rolling her eyes, "If they were never on the table to begin with. Unless you are deliberately trying to tempt me with them? Which is extremely uncouth of you." Just so you know.

She is not actually angry about it though; you can tell by her cheeks remaining pale, instead of instantly going red. She lifts her stave — which was there the entire time by the way — examining her target in calculated silence. The stave's point is what she tilts toward the rock when she lays her spell, cleverly underneath the edge of it, a node of force magic that explodes with glorious sound and fervour, shifting the boulder... almost not at all. It rocks in place, and settles again.

Vega's teeth are bared, but she looks more determined than anything. Stave pointed like an accusatory index finger, she swivels to Strange.

"... It's heavier than I thought.

"Your turn."