[He doesn't have to answer. He thinks about not doing it. But not answering breeds questions and issues. So he raises his hand, does a little flick of the wrist that she's probably used to seeing, because it's usually accompanied by a spread of glitter or sparks. But there's nothing. Like hitting the starter on a lighter out of gas.]

Magic. And my fuckin' face, because apparently they wanna pull the no mirrors shit again.

[Taako looks at her, still keeping his head low out of habit.]

Don't tell me you're gonna ask me to give you a hand or somethin'.