Oh, yes, there are plenty of spells. My uncle can teleport and put people to sleep and understand the language of animals, and my grandfather can turn into a tiger.

[Brag brag brag.]

I think it should be very nice to understand the language of animals in a place like this.

[He lowers the Fennekin back down to the ground, then pushes up his sleeves and waves his hands a second time — this time producing a tiny cloud that begins to shower down a miniature flurry of snowflakes.]