"It's a confusing concept for the world I am from as well." Fracxis agreed. Most did not understand Reverse, and to be true neither did he. Not to the full extent. "Take your time and let it marinade. It'll most likely serve you better if you let it stew about in your head. Think it over and the such." He waved his hand and his mug vanished, reappearing in the dirty mug return bin by the counter.
"Well that's an interesting job. If you were still a futures trader you would love to have fate would you not? But only if you knew it before hand." Fracxis pointed out simply. That job didn't sound as interesting after it had been explained. "And yes, you are quite the chip of the city's block." He joked and smiled with amusement.
"I don't work. I did enough of that when I was younger." Fracxis simplified his long existence, "Now I just have hobbies and too much free time. Speaking of which, I don't mind if you waste mine." Fracxis held out a scrap of paper with an address. "Don't crush my garden on your way in and you're welcome any time. I rather enjoy your company."