"I think the flute beats singing any day." Lucy watched in amazement as he music generated the ball. It was always a wonder to see magic that could create instead of destroy. She reached out, gingerly placed her finger on the ball as it floated by her and then tapped it a couple times, testing to see if it would burst like a water balloon. Her eyes watched the colours inside and a part of her considered the practical applications for black-outs and other emergencies. She chased those thoughts away - this wasn't the time to be in constant preparation mode - and she focused on the beauty instead. "That's incredible."