Ivan, just stop for a minute and think about what you've seen," Isabella urged, a hint of exacerbation entering her tone. "Stop trying to justify fire for a minute, that was completely light-absorbing ball that somehow put holes in a tea-set. They're not asking you to throw special relativity out the window... Well, not just yet anyway, I hope? Just to keep a slightly more open-minded, and less confrontational perspective as they make their presentation."
"Fine, fine! I'll shut up. But I don't see how you stand for it, Isabella, I thought..."
"I could try something else?" Chris tried to help, though his dislike for the old grump was rising to critical levels. It turns out dragons don't appreciate the comparison to stage tricksters. "What would it take?"
"Believe it or not, I don't have
