[ He lifts one finger in the air as he turns to address her, and a knife chopping tomatoes on the surface to his left elevates until it's balancing on its very tip and begins to twirl at speed. Like he's set a basketball to spinning on the tip of his finger, only it's a chopping knife and it's many feet away.
The tug of a benign smirk says he's playing when his answer comes.]
Magic.
[ Ah, to be facetious and honest in the same breath. A gift. ]
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[ He lifts one finger in the air as he turns to address her, and a knife chopping tomatoes on the surface to his left elevates until it's balancing on its very tip and begins to twirl at speed. Like he's set a basketball to spinning on the tip of his finger, only it's a chopping knife and it's many feet away.
The tug of a benign smirk says he's playing when his answer comes.]
Magic.
[ Ah, to be facetious and honest in the same breath. A gift. ]