Abra's mind was instantly filled with Bradley's voice, questioning how anyone could not know about baseball. It was his favourite sport and he was obsessed with it. Not that she blamed him. He was on the track to play for a major league team. Her shine let her know that the woman was serious and let her communicate with Brad telepathically to tell him to relax. She wasn't sure how anyone could not know about baseball either, and yet it couldn't be the woman's fault. It was a mystery that could wait. After all, she knew he'd rather being having fun.
"Baseball's a game." Abra answered as a ball floated through the air and into her hand. "This is a baseball. There's a person who throws it. That's the pitcher." A bat slowly floated into her free hand. "This is a bat and the person using it is called a batter. The batter can either take a swing at the ball with a bat. Or if he thinks the pitch is too far away, he can choose not to swing the bat." She paused. "If you're the batter and you swing and hit the ball, that's good - especially if you can hit it far. If you swing and miss, that's bad and you get a strike. If you don't swing and the ball was close enough to hit, you get a strike. After three strikes, you're out."
Abra stopped talking and looked over at another teen. "Yeah, yeah, I'll get to telling her about the bases next. And use your outdoor voice, I don't think she has our kind of magic." Not their magic, but some kind of magic. She could feel it. There was no fear or even a hint of suspicion. Other people's powers were not to be be feared here. It was all magic and it was all good.
Abra looked at the newcomer again. "Are you following me so far?"