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Randy nodded. "Yeah, yeah." He considered Deite's point of view. So everything she saw was connected by strings, from thread size to rope size apparently. He wondered if that would clutter up her normal sight.
And the bending must occur when he exerted his will to do a spell and change reality--- like when transporting a chair from his living room to here (wherever this was). To do that he had to make a hole in reality and compress space between the two points, basically creating a wormhole then actually move the chair through it, which, he supposed, was a lot of work just to conjure a chair, but that was why he was a prodigy, he guessed; he was willing and able to do the work.
Anyway, he returned from his off-topic mental jaunt to the conversation at hand. "So how can you see everything else past all the strings? I mean, aren't there a lot of them?"

Randy, wrapped up in the visual image of those many-colored transparent strings, took a moment to catch up with what was currently coming out of Deite's mouth. When he did, he was a bit taken aback. And she thought he was rude?
But, quick: Randy's rapid-fire synapses said to him, Here is an opportunity to spice up this exchange.
"Uhhh, yeah. I am." He sat back, shifting onto his haunches, feeling good. Sure, he could be Deite's imaginary friend for a while. He'd had worse jobs and this sounded like fun.
"So this is your imagination," he announced, standing and holding his arms wide. He spun, surveying the room again. "It's a bit bare. Why don't we spice it up a little?" He made a series of rapid changes, thinking to make the bendiness happen all at once so it might be less weird for her. He added gold carpet, teal wall paper, white wainscoting, and a chandelier complete with little flickery lightbulbs. "There, that's better. What else is in your imagination? What would be here?" He produced an illusion, flashing through different options. It wasn't real so he hoped it wouldn't cause any distortion. The room was full of illusory penguins, then ponies, a giant ball of yarn, a bi-plane, small men, neckties, all of the Flaming Lips' album covers, Leonardo DiVinci, and finally a very tall wooden giraffe. The giraffe galloped around and through them before dissipating in swirls of bright woodgrain. "What do you think?"

Randy frowned and let the illusions disappear. His charm didn't work on her, apparently. Okay, so much for that. He shook off the failure and shrugged heavily.
"It doesn't matter to me whether you're crazy or not. I've got some crazy friends at home and some I think are probably clinically diagnosable." He sighed and returned the room to it's white empty state in a single anticlimactic fizzle.
Randy folded into a tangle of limbs cross-legged on the floor. He reached into his the pocket of his jeans and rummaged around, grunting, "So I don't know---" He removed a perfectly normal, ratty deck of cards and began dealing. "Wanna play some cards? Do you know how to play Toast?"

Randy blanched at the thought of having a wife and kids. His friends were bad enough about nagging and expecting him to do things, Azure especially. "A wife and kids? How old do you think I am?" He patted his smooth cheeks. "And yeah, my friends are probably worrying, but I disappear like this all the time to other dimensions, worlds, times, etc. Usually by accident, but sometimes on purpose. I just seem to be a bit of a trouble magnet as far as gaps in space and time are concerned. If they're really worried, they'll find me. My partner in crime is very good at finding people." He had finished dealing cards and had a row of three cards face down with three cards face up on top and a three-card hand waiting in front of each of them. He set the rest of the deck in between. "So, I'm not really 'grand'; just used to this sort of thing." He shrugged.

"Land lady?" Randy laughed. "Try 'parents.' I don't have time for a job that actually pays when I'm having to be a gifted student of magic. Can't get a job, can't pay rent. It's not like I'm home enough to actually live there anyway." Randy picked up his three card hand and examined it, feeling Deite get a bead on him. He wondered what she was thinking. Probably nothing good; she seemed a little uptight while Randy found that a relaxed attitude was best in the face of constant universal uncertainty, which thanks to his studies, he was always aware of. "So these card are your hand, feel free to look at them. You should always have three cards and if you have fewer, draw; if you have more, you don't have to draw from the deck on your turn. The object is to get rid of all your cards first. Follow me?"

When Deite's eyes met his, Randy thought he saw something there . . . something unpleasant, but he mentally shrugged it off. If she didn't like him, she could tell him so instead of pretending to enjoy his company. He was sure he could find a way to get out of this place or invite one of his friends to join them. He probably had half a dozen open communication charms on his person at a time and could count on at least that many of his crowd carrying their corresponding charms.
"You discard cards every turn. You can discard more than one card of the same face, such as three jacks at the same time. Tens burn the deck, or eliminate the card in discard from the game; twos reset it; and aces are high. You begin by switching the cards from your hands with the face up cards on the table." Randy traded a face up three for a king, and a face up 5 for a 10. "You can only switch these now so pick your highest and best cards." He looked up, waiting for Deite to let him know she understood. Trying to explain Toast properly kept his mind off other things, like how pissed Azure was going to be if he didn't make it home in time for their partner permit exam.

Randy pointed to the cards Deite had just swapped out. "Um, those are mine. You trade from your pile." He indicated the set of six cards in front of her as opposed to the cards in front of him, each with three face down on bottom and three face up on top.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea; Deite seemed tired and Randy wasn't feeling the teaching mojo today.
"Meh," he said. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea. What do you know how to play?" He'd much rather just play something she was good at already so he wouldn't have to think about it so hard.