She doesn't say anything for a bit. She just watches him, almost sizing him up. The 'seriously unimpressed' face returns. Why does she always meet these whackos? Is it her? Does her undeniable internal insanity make her more susceptible or something?
"All that stuff about magic just for a date?" she finally asks, incredulous. "All right. The bread trick looks like a slight of the hand."
She crosses one leg over the other and sits back in her chair. "If you're really a mage, do something cool."
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Date: 2006-08-02 02:10 am (UTC)"All that stuff about magic just for a date?" she finally asks, incredulous. "All right. The bread trick looks like a slight of the hand."
She crosses one leg over the other and sits back in her chair. "If you're really a mage, do something cool."