Sarah couldn't help herself. When he shifted down, she moved down on the ground beside him, staring curiously at his hand. Was there going to be some kind of magic word? Would he have to wave his hands around like a magician? Oh, and what would he make? Was it going to come out of his hand? Out of the floor? How big would it be? What-
Her thought process abruptly cut itself off as a green stem suddenly appeared out of her carpet. "What?" she breathed, eyes widening as she shifted closer. But it was growing, bigger and bigger, and then, to her surprise, a daffodil appeared.
Sarah's jaw had dropped open and she was gaping like a fish out of water at the plant that had just come out of her floor. "You just- YOU did that. Barbara Streisand! That is. Ridiculous." She finally managed to tear her eyes away from the daffodil, grinning like a kid who had just seen a magic trick (and hadn't she, really?) "Do it again!"