Mag watched and waited for a while. While the few passers-by had shown some interest in his restaurant which had totally different characteristics than the nearby shops, he didn't see anyone who wanted to enter for now.
Mag went back inside, cleared the table, and went to wash the dishes, while Amy was sitting on the long-legged chair behind the counter, playing with the bluish violet fire in her hand in high spirits, mumbling some spells all the while.
After cleaning up everything, Mag went out of the kitchen. Seeing that there was still no sign of any customers coming, he pulled up a chair beside Amy and watched her play with fire.
Suddenly, Amy turned to look at Mag, and asked, "Father, if I threw this out, would it be like magic caster's magic?" She raised her hand and made a throwing gesture.
