Taako, ears pinned in exasperation, is not yet invested in the metaphysics of dream ownership. "Not every weird thing is--what weird magic dealies, why would-- Okay, no. One, it's my dream. Two, it--" He stops and really considers. Huh.

"...It might be magic? I mean, that happens. But it's not my magic. This plane's got weird dream bullshit goin on, that's not on Taako, it was this way when I found it."