[The fire gets a sidelong look. That's flashier magic than Stone is used to, but he can still mostly take it in stride. Groundling magic is always kind of weird.]

So we ought to look around. If you're gonna be okay, son. Stick close together, maybe, both of you.

[And there's... fish. Fish? The lake back in the current version of Beacon absolutely doesn't have fish in it. Stone gives Matt's shoulder a squeeze, then goes closer to the lakeshore, crouching to peer down. Maybe even holding a hand steady to flash down and grab a fish if he spots one.]

Whatever this dream is of, there's life in it.