The vampire quietly flips the fillets. " Swordfish, actually. Pumpkin, no idea how I got it out here. Gorges on arctic krill, gives it a beautiful orange color and a great flavor." He presses the fillet into the grill a bit, pouring more of the liquid on. " Hope you guys like your fish drunk..." He grins. " Well, weather manipulation... That's some pretty standard supernatural fare, but there aren't a whole lot who control it directly, are there? Maybe some funky Vampire discipline, an unusual Gift of a Werewolf- Trying a Great Ghost Dance, who knows- but it definitely sounds like mage stuff to me." He looks towards Kumiko. " You picking up any odd smells from the great cosmic Aether, Sakura?"