"If you've got one on you, I'll give it a try," he offered. "No promises," he added with a slight grin toward her. He would at least give it a shot; he might like it after all. "What sort of books do you write?" He asked. That might help him decide whether or not he'd be likely to like it.
"Normal people," he murmured. "I don't think everyone here's going to fall under a blanket definition of normal," he said quietly. Whether or not the magic thing turned out to be real, he wasn't normal. Not by human standards, anyway. He was positive he could survive out there. He didn't think it would be easy, but he thought he must have done it once in his life. He didn't remember it if he had, but he thought he was old enough to have lived through this.
Maybe he hadn't been here though. Maybe he'd been in Canada or Europe or Asia or somewhere else. Shaking his head slightly, Logan glanced over to her with a slight smile. "I'd be happy with a box of cigars and some whiskey," he replied. Granted, money could get him those things, so her point still stood.