”Ten years?” No one stuck to a hobby like magic for that long unless it was their passion. She knew that people thought it was silly that she still carried her love of plants and flowers, regardless those same people having told her that it would get her nowhere as a child.
The sudden pop and shower of colorful paper made her flinch, but her smile was returning. Tilting her head back, she let a few of the pieces fall unto her hands.
”Yer an amazin’ magician. Really. I mean, it’s cool t’ see it on TV an’ stuff, but it’s way more fun up close.” She giggled, “Thanks for teachin’ me…”
The teen put his hands in his pockets, slightly tilting his head and grinning.

“It was my pleasure. One of the best things about being a magician is making people smile,” He let out a small chuckle, “And I’d be doing a poor job of that if I didn’t help spread more around.”
