“Ya think? What exactly did you expect?”
“I assumed you would imprint your thoughts on the film or project them in some way from the projector. I did not expect you to conjure live tigers from nothing. Especially purple ones that smelled like dittos. How amazing is that?” His eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed.
“First off, if you think magic is so lowbrow, you should come up with a word other than conjure. Second, I’m failing to see the upside to almost being eaten alive.”
Ping walked over to the projector and turned it off. He located their mats, rearranged their classroom, walked over to Mara and offered her a hand. She took it and stood up. “I think the wooziness is passing,” she said.
Ping walked her over to the mat, and she sat down. He took his place across from her. “I think w
