"I don't suppose you're willing to give lessons in that particular skillset?" Stacia asks, because the worst he can say is 'no'. Well, the worst he can do is tattle to Jorgmund, but that seems unlikely at this point.

She shrugs. "Everyone in the know says it's magic, and I'm inclined to believe them. I gain about three feet in height and a significant amount of mass. I don't know what you're used to mutants being able to do, but that's not scientifically plausible where I'm from."