"A wizard put up a hammock? They couldn't figure it out on their own?" Beverly teased, though yes, naturally those two had a hammock. She was more surprised about the wizard because what the actual fuck, but. "I'm sure we're not allowed in it either." None of them really got any time in it when they hung out in the hideout too, loam and earth and the underground, since it was basically just Eddie and Richie's flirt space.
She chuckled, reaching up to pet Stan's hair. "I can just see you rolling your eyes at them - you were so good at that." He probably still was, let's be honest.
But yes, back to the magic and people with powers - considering she used to be prophetic, in a sense, it wasn't so weird. Even if she'd never really met anyone who could do something like throw fire or ice or wave a magic wand in some kind of spell. "I'll try to turn over the magic powers - just don't go anywhere, I might fall back asleep," she cautioned; already feather duster lashes were beginning to fall, eyes at half-mast. "Tell me about any birds you've seen here."
Because that was definitely going to put her to sleep. No offense, Stanley.