When he was a kid, Danny's uncle would do a few magic tricks for the kids at family gatherings. The old knotted, magically appearing handkerchiefs, the quarter behind the ear. As he'd gotten older, those tricks had become less impressive as he'd figured out the slight of hand required to make them work and he'd quit believing in magic altogether. It didn't matter how otherworldly the trick looked, there was always smoke and mirrors behind it. A logical reason to why it worked.
Danny sat up a little straighter, eyes widening slightly, interest thoroughly engaged. He couldn't make heads or tails of what he was seeing. The sugar was moving on its own, in a way that no outside air source could make it move, not with the kind or precision it would take for it to write out the words sitting between them. Still, stubbornly, he continued to try and find some rational reason, something other than supernatural events. But the harder he tried, the more prominent the sinking feeling in his stomach became.
For the first time in a long time, he was speechless. He motioned to where the words had been before turning into the sparks before his hands dropped to the table with a soft 'thump'. "How," he started, then pitched his voice quieter when the woman glanced over the top of her glasses at them again when the word came out louder than he meant, "how did you do that?"