[He is watching, because there's really not much else going on but people arguing about where to start and not actually doing anything and also, because she really is very pretty, and watching her takes his mind off of other things. Like missing home and that hard truth sitting in the pit of his stomach about being dead.
So, Quentin watches her pour salt, watches her lips move almost soundlessly and watches the small creature trying and failing to get out. He quirks an eyebrow and gives Davina a crocked smile when she's done.]
Magic?
[And smiling like a kid with a secret, Quentin moves his fingers through a series of quick tuts, twisting his pinky fingers around each other before shoving his hand out. There'a shower of sparks, dull and barely giving off light but it's multicolored and looks like tiny bursts of fireworks just above the palm of his hand.]
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So, Quentin watches her pour salt, watches her lips move almost soundlessly and watches the small creature trying and failing to get out. He quirks an eyebrow and gives Davina a crocked smile when she's done.]
Magic?
[And smiling like a kid with a secret, Quentin moves his fingers through a series of quick tuts, twisting his pinky fingers around each other before shoving his hand out. There'a shower of sparks, dull and barely giving off light but it's multicolored and looks like tiny bursts of fireworks just above the palm of his hand.]
Magic.