Chris, meanwhile, was used to hiding his identity; whether it was from the demons and Underworld he was infiltrating, from his own family or those who would recognize the Halliwell name, he was used to playing it down. So here, where it didn't matter? It was just no different.

As for dragons? Chris and his absolutely terrible poker face outright twitched a that word, salt in an open wound at just how big the gap was in power between him and his brother. The one who could literally magic a dragon out of the freaking television as a toddler, to Chris, who was so far below that they were practically in another dimension. Yeah, he was completely fine with it, really. So he side-stepped the dragon thing, maybe they'd unpack that festering wound later.

" Well I can't ask you to remember the spells and information in here but, you can help, sure. I want to test out what I have in here so far and make sure its right. Before I waste physical ingredients." There was no Walmart or occult store in Solvunn sadly.

Chris flipped through a couple pages back to something he had already filled in. A potion. "There's nothing stopping us from trying to create it here and see if it works right? If you'd really like to help that is." Yes Sansa, he was going to make you chop ginger and pigs feet if you wanted.

"You want to thumb through it?" Call him paranoid. It was okay, multiple people had. Plus if she really wasn't that familiar with magic, maybe she'd learn something. If the Book didn't electrocute her.