"I'm sure that's bound to happen sooner or later," Kurt deadpans. Although - why the hell not? It wouldn't be the strangest thing he's encountered here, or will encounter. If there ever is a need, he's sure he'll appreciate Anders for his assistance. Or something.

He actually recognizes Sailor Moon because of his nephew. The kid's into it for some reason, but as long as he enjoys it, he doesn't really care what he watches. It's better than something violent, anyway.

"Right. There's no magic in New York City," Kurt confirms. Or the rest of his world, for that matter. But, "Though there's a pizza place on Bleecker Street that makes me believe in magic every time I get a slice."