[Hawke laughs, but it's not unkind. Why can't people back home be more like you??
Okay, so. Colors.] You know, no one's ever asked that before. [Wiggles her fingers—which has nothing to do with magic, but he doesn't know that—and the flame turns gray, then purple, then green.] It doesn't burn me, but I wouldn't touch it if I were you. This you can touch. [Turns her hand, palm up, until she's holding what looks like swirling snowflakes. You jackass, stop showing off.]