[ Jeff makes a thoughtful hum, because some of that is pretty familiar. Secret world, rather than a secret society. From the sound of it, that was more like the way it used to be in his own world, back in the day.

As for whether anyone can do it, that's easy. Jeff shakes his head without even having to consider. ]

Oh man, no. It's more like-- genetic? You're born with it, or you're not. [ He leans back in his seat, trying to figure the best way to explain. ] And then it's like you said: you've gotta learn how to do anything with it. Practice. Work out your own spells. [ A beat. ] I mean, officially, they're not 'spells', and we're not supposed to say it's 'magic'. Seventy years in the open, and people are still, uhhh... touchy. About it.

[ So it's just easier to couch it all in euphemisms. You're not a witch, or a wizard, or a sorcerer or anything. You're just Gifted. ]

So how'd you get into it? Your parents?