...I probably should've figured that, yeah, you're the closest to a real-life artificer I've ever met.

[Even knowing it was coming, Noctis is still surprised when the book slams right into his head. He yelps in shock and staggers back and yeowch that hurt. His fingers flex briefly around—nothing, instinctively, and for a moment he's surprised to find that nothing comes when he calls for it, who's blocking my magic—

Then he shakes his head, and his hand drops.]

You have a hell of a throwing arm. D'you need to check the bruise or can I get a potion now?