Michael manages to look away from their face and follow the movement of their hand, getting a glimpse of the figure before Wolfgang obscures it. He frowns at it, and at the photos, unable to make sense of anything. They thought he’d think this was stupid? There’s an awkward length of silence between them before he finally understands.
“Oh, jeez, you mean because they’re toys?” he says incredulously. “Why would I care about that? It’s gotta be more fun to do magic like that than with that other stuff, right? When I get bored at work I build card towers and stuff with Stan.”