"Little things, mostly," he admits with a shrug. It's... kind of an understatement? He's definitely leaving out the part where he used to drive crowds into an orgy of frenzied emotions with his musical spells, because that's not really something one talks about in polite company-- okay, it's more that he's totally ashamed of his past and all the reckless magic bullshit he used to get up to.

"You know, like, start fires, carry groceries with no hands, find misplaced keys... I can't fly or anything, but I could-- theoretically!-- make a small child fly! Or a medium-sized dog!"

Jeff, no.

"But, ah... Iiiit's... probably for the best if I don't try to cast anything right now. Everything's kind of..." He tilts his hand from side to side. "Fucked up. When it comes to magic here. I'd probably end up exploding this house with both of us in it."