Spoiler alert, Miko: it's going to be really anti-climactic magic shit.

Still, Strange adjusts his position and rolls his neck some, getting a crick out of it, as if he's about to do some sort of physical labor and not cast a joint spell. He places one hand near the bowl of water and picks up Childermass's feather with the other hand (which is still kind of gross, sorry Lambert, stop being a creep.)

"I'm ready when you are, Miss Peridot."