[you're doing well, Bakugo -- or the magic water is, given the usual shouting]

[but any, Damien hums in agreement] This place seems to be a portmanteau, too. [a beat] Not to mention, that lighthouse? It's sitting in the middle of Lake Michigan, just east of Chicago. [and another brief pause, this one mostly for effect] Minus the arcade in its guts, anyway. [the Harbor Lighthouse is just a lighthouse, back home]