You'd probably be able to give me a decent race with that against my speed.

[Izuku agrees, chuckling as he takes a sip of his drink. He doesn't want it to get too cold because he forgets about it, distracted as he is by their conversation. At least, it seems to be helping keep Bakugo's mind off the automail, the pain of it. If it's helping, Izuku doesn't mind chatting for a while.]

Yeah. It's hard to really think of it like....magic? I guess? But I have to remind myself this isn't home, and the abilities, the magic here, it isn't like Quirks.