Strange is about to espouse all the useful ways that she can use magma, but Billie quickly shuts down that line of conversation. Alright. Three times in a row? That should be easy enough. And then he can help Billie figure out her problem.

So, he takes the knife, throws it, and promptly misses. Strange works in relative silence for the next ten minutes, irritation and annoyance fueling his throws. He's definitely getting better, but every time he misses a shot after he hits the target, he can feel his annoyance growing and the air around him crackle slightly with electricity. It's an awkward series of Strange getting annoyed, trying to calm himself down, then getting annoyed again, all of which spills over Strange completely misses a shot after hitting the target two times in a row.

"Godsdamnit!" he swears in irritation. This is somehow Billie's fault. If she just let him offer that advice in the first place then he wouldn't be as tense! The static around him crackles as he turns to look at Billie and decides fuck it! They're going to talk about magic now! This has been weighing on his mind for the past ten minutes, might as well get it out.

"Locks," he says, completely out of context. "Or iron bars, or shackles. Or hell, we're at a blacksmith's! Use the magma to keep a forge going!"