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[flashy_magic]

[Drake is sitting in the cafeteria at a table. He snaps his fingers and cookies appear. Actually, the cookies were there the whole time, he baked them earlier, but he cast an illusion to make it look like the table was empty before.]

Hey, kids! There's a magic show and cookies in the cafeteria, and everyone should come!

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[with_my_teacup]

[flashy_magic]

[Not on it's own, but Drake is watching, and if Rich tries to take more than two, he'll make the cookies scoot themselves away.]

[with_my_teacup]

[Rich is a food hoarder. Government homes will do that for you, especially on low-income planets like Scylla. He's going for as many as he can get with patience and intensity, hiding them inside the shirt layers that are giving his skinny little frame bulk.

...although he freezes when they move.]

[flashy_magic]

Tried to take more than your share, didn't you? [Of course, he doesn't sound mad about it, he's just pointing this out.]

[feels_no_love]

Hiiiiiiiiii!

[Annnnnnnd there is a small giggling blur, and then Drake is getting leghugged.]

[flashy_magic]

Hi!

[feels_no_love]

You're gonna do magic, Drake? Can I watch? [He lets go, turns around and stuffs a chockachip cookie in his mouth while barely stopping for breath.]

[flashy_magic]

Of course! [With a flick of his wrist, a seat pulls up.] Have a seat and watch! [And with that, Drake pulled off his glittery black scarf, wrapping it around his hair before suddenly pulling it away, revealing that his hair was suddenly green.] Wait...

[He pulls a piece of hair down and looks at it.] That doesn't look right. [He goes through the same process again, this time turning his hair red. He looks again.] That's not right, either. [He tried one last time, this time turning his hair back to how it normally was. This time when he pulled a piece of hair down, he grinned.] Now that looks right!

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin's eyes go wide.]

How did you do that?

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[yeahscience]

It's not real, kid. It's some kind of trick.

Show us!

Hi, Jesse!

[timesbureaucrat]

I know it's not real. I want to know how it was done! There's not enough room on the table for a transmat.

[flashy_magic]

Magic!

[yeahscience]

That's not real! How'd you do that?

[flashy_magic]

Magic. [He looks calm, confident and cocky as he picks up a cookie and takes a bite.] Oh, wait. I wanted chocolate chip. [He waves a hand over the cookie, casting an illusion of chocolate chips in that cookie, then continues eating it.]

[yeahscience]

It is not, dude. You used mirrors or something. Come on, I wanna see!

[flashy_magic]

I'd love to show you, but it's not a trick.

[surfaceshine]

[10yo Dean is suspicious of your magic, Drake, and not at all interested in your cookies right now. Which is... weird. Come on, failchild, be a little excited by something normal. :|

Anyway, here he is, finally having located the cafeteria and inching in through the door warily.]

[flashy_magic]

[He notices the nervous look and calls over,] Hey, kid, it's okay. We don't bite.

[surfaceshine]

[That is decidedly a frown at the promise about people not biting, but it's enough to get Dean to raise his head and straighten his shoulders and move deliberately closer.]

You said there was magic. [He glances at the cookies, but immediately back to Drake.]

[flashy_magic]

Yeah. There is. [Drake flicks a hand and makes the cookies rise.]