Magic isn't a shock, I've just had really bad experiences with it, and no amount of dealing with Nordic mythos come to life or alien armies powered by a magical cube could prepare anyone for talking technicolor ponies. That is a whole new level of mindfuck.

[Not that at least one of them hasn't been absolutely lovely, another downright tolerable, and the third.... spastic as hell, but mostly harmless... just... no. He was not prepared.

Also, this is a guy who named his first creation Dummy and showers down verbal abuse out of affection. The bat got off easy. Dingbat chitters in approval. He got scritches out of the deal. Oh, another new friend! Hi hi!]

Huh. Yeah, I'm not the best at naming things, whatever comes to mind first just ends up sticking. He doesn't seem to mind.

[He shrugs, and the bat just preens.]