Rachel squealed with delight when she realized what was falling from the sky. She dropped her sled on the ground and tilted her head upwards, catching the drops of milk in her mouth.
Cuddy had an opposite reaction to her daughter, frowning deeply. She wasn't about to trust a stranger's magic, especially when her daughter was concerned. She couldn't be certain that it was really milk and unless it came out of a carton with a guarantee that it was pasteurized and not past an expiry date, she didn't want her daughter drinking it. "Are you causing this? Stop it." Cuddy ordered the man next to her and called out to her daughter. "Rachel, don't drink it. Come here, honey." Words that were ignored by her daughter.