Stone hasn't seen anything like it, either. He's sitting, rather than laying, because the ground is cold and he's a frail old man (damn aging), but he's watching fairly avidly himself. It's far enough away that he can actually see it clearly, which is amazing these days. Occasionally one of the louder ones will make his hands twitch, like they might have claws and might want to swipe at something, but mostly he's just enjoying the show.

"Magic?" he guesses. "That's what they'd do on my world. If they did anything like this anywhere on my world. We have fire guns and flying boats, but not colored explosions, that I know of."