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[She pulls out her wand and begins to make some strong, black, New York coffee. She sees the tension in his shoulders leave and merely smiles a bit more gently.]

Ya gotta eat something, honey. You can't live off coffee, though I do admit I make one of the best cup a joes you're ever gonna have.

You've got a point. Pretty sure I wouldn't fair much longer on pie, either.

[ Openly watching with interest, intrigued even though he is well aware magic is as much a science as anything, something he might be able to develop with effort... but he's not comfortable with the notion. Even his natural skills unnerve him. That doesn't make it any less incredible. ]

You're kind.

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Depends on the pie, didn't say it had to be a sweet one. [She teased as she let the cup of coffee fly over to Sam.] How about a chicken pot pie, honey? Sound good to you?

Everyone needs a bit of kindness in their life.

Y-yeah. [ Reflexively, he reaches to snatch the cup from mid-air, shifting his hands when he feels a sharp bite from the heat and-- yeah. Blows over it lightly. ] That sounds great. -- I'd offer to help but...

[ Self-deprecating huff, shifting the cup in his hands once and dipping for a tentative sip that ends with his tongue scouring the roof of his mouth. ]

Can you turn it off? At will, I mean.

It's okay. You've had a long day. [She begins to flick her wand to make a chicken pot pie, the chicken, dough, flour, vegetables, and everything else churning and roasting and baking in the air before landing in a ramekin right in front of him.

She glances into his eyes and then a fork and knife appear next to the ramekin.]

Why would I turn off my kindness.

[ Surely, that will never become less impressive, holding his coffee throughout the unintentional performance and... oh. Stirs from his amazement, blinking because he doesn't really understand the question, vaguely distracted by the pull of the warm aroma already filling the small room.

Swallows it back and forces the second sip, letting it pleasantly scald the back of his throat, head shaking simply. ]

That's not what I was talking about. You know too much. I'm not that, uh, famous. I guess notorious is a better word.

[ Light chuckle. ]

I know. [She was just trying to avoid that particular conversation.]

Sorry about that. [She grabs her own cup of coffee and moves to sit across from him, smiling.]

I can't help it, honestly. I don't mean ta pry it just happens.

Right. No, of course, I'm not angry. --a little unnerved, maybe. It's not the first time, uh. Usually, it's not out of the control of the user, so it wasn't exactly pleasant. Even now, it makes you kind of self conscious, you know.

[ Palming around the mug awkwardly, he glances up in delay, not quite holding direct eye contact. ]

Sorry. That, it'd be difficult. If you couldn't block it out.

Well, it is and isn't out of my control. But the ones who are hurtin' are always the easiest to read.

You ain't hungry, honey? [She blew the steam on her coffee before adding cream and sugar, stirring it and then taking a sip.

It's okay, most guys think the way you do when they see me.