The Grounds: Drawing and finding eggs
Garret smiled when she finally offered her palm. The pebble dropped into it with out a flash, a bang, or any other noticeable change that it was anything else but a pebble. It would feel warmer than an average pebble picked off the ground, but most would just assume since it was in his hand, a transfer of heat had occurred. Garret knew differently, though, and wondered to himself if that was something he should work on - adding a little flash to his trade. He'd have to ask Craig about that sometime.
"You can just put it in your pocket - no need to actually hold on to it. Garret glanced around as the area seemed to become more comfortable. "Drafty," he murmured to himself, even though he didn't feel too much of a breeze. "Let's go, yeah?"