Rincewind looks relieved, chagrined, puzzled and awed. It not easy, but his face has had a lot of practice through the years. He's also (if possible) even more terrified by this display of ability. "I'll just go check on dinner shall I?" He burbles, shoving back his chair. He's not watching where he's going and trips over it. "Drat the thing!" He kicks it, then limps away, trying to ignore the throbbing in his toe. "I found it in a tide pool," he calls back over his shoulder. And I've been told it's a proper wand." He disappears into the kitchen (no crashing this time) before anyone can say anything else.