"So everyone from around here who does magic goes there to learn stuff? That's neat. My brother and I learned alchemy from our father's books and from our teacher at her house." He examines what she's produced and finally selects one of the smaller coins. "I'm best with metal," he explains with a sheepish smile.
Settling himself on his knees again he takes a deep breath, face going into an expression of deep concentration. He places his hands palms together and give them a sharp clap, then slaps them on the ground on either side of the coin. He grins widely as power crackles around him in blue arcs, centering on the coin which glows blinding white, then changes shape. When the light subsides, Ed is proudly holding a tiny stick figure made out of shiny metal.