Martin was somewhat serious in his query, but when Daine picks it up, making it sound properly ridiculous, he has to stifle an embarrassed snort. He's glad Eliot doesn't seem offended by the question, which now feels foolish to have asked, and Martin has a sense he just outed himself as the resident buzzkill. But nobody seems to mind, and he glances over for another peek at Daine's adorable passengers as the conversation turns to them.

The mention of spellcasting has him lighting up - both because he's excited for Eliot, finally understanding the root of all this manic energy, and because the idea of seeing actual magic is still very novel and exciting to him. He smiles brightly at the remark that he's been helpful, not pausing to examine whether or not it's sad that that more than anything has him feeling so acutely pleased.

"Oh, that's-" he starts excitedly, but then he stops himself, pursing his lips over the explanation of the brownies. "Oh, Eliot, really."