Not "again". They didn't give back what was lost, just...afforded us both something new, for a time. It went part and parcel with the ridiculous outfits. We had wands, with a finite number of cartridges we could expend on spells.

["Cartridges", says the gunbreaker, unthinkingly analogizing magical girl bullshit to a form of weaponcraft far more familiar to him.]

On their face they were all benign. We crafted a meal for our arbiters. Claimed them a table near a lake at which to eat it. Routine, until the catches started rearing their ugly heads.