"Huh." Beatrix rested her chin upon her hand and thought for a while. As much as she didn't want it to, that made sense. Going by what Skuld was saying, the ability to learn magic was just as rare as her own ability to fight. Granted she spent years training and learning how to become the lethal weapon she had. Was it the same for these supposed magic users?

She picked the piece of paper up again and ran a fingertip over the writing. "Do you think those gifted with magic have to train the ability extensively or do you think they can just get up and go with the fireballs and the like?" Her tone wasn't anywhere near as cool or rigid as before - there was a tone of honest inquiry within.

"Oh, and we're being watched. Green-haired man pretending to be asleep on the couch behind and to the left of you," the Bride told the girl quietly so it wouldn't carry to the man. "I think he's focused on me, but one can never be too cautious."

She refolded the piece of paper and slid it across the table to Skuld, adding just a little more effort to it than necessary, causing the paper to fall of the table and flutter to the ground at Skuld's feet. "Ooops," she said, getting a sheepish look upon her face, though a knowing smile sat in the corner of her lips. "Could you get that for me, please?"

This way, Skuld could get a look at the man without being obvious.