[it's sweet that Reynir tries to balm his words, but Gon truly hasn't taken any offence—the extent to which being that it hasn't even crossed his mind.]

Wow! Mages are like—people who use magic, right? Kinda like Witches of your world, I guess...

[Gon happily follows Reynir back into his quaint, overgrown yard, and Gon seems content to settle on one of the stacks of wood.]

Mm? Is that a continent?

[Gon's eyes widen at the juice, and he takes it, peering at the liquid as he tips it about in its cup before having a sip. his ears flip upwards, finding the taste both familiar and unique. citrussy, but not quite like anything he's ever had!]

Wow—this is super good!