Strange stays where he is, examining the spell, and looking over the framework with a frown. Was it the size? Perhaps he could account for the size of the spell if he added in a bit of Omskirk or a smidge of the theory of recognizing limitations and oh wait, Syrlya's laughing at him?

Strange frowns, looking over at his trailermate. "Well go on, what's so funny?" he yells.