The customers had been expecting Krassu to stop Amy's fireball with ease like a master. Instead, they witnessed the old magic caster scuttling towards the door with his beard on fire. The air became a little awkward as a smell of singeing hair permeated the room.
"Alas, I guess white-bearded grandpa's power can only be used to fight kids," Amy said regretfully like a lonely master, drawing back her hand. She waved at her kitten and was ready to play with it.
Ugly Duckling had run to the other end of the counter. After it made sure that no fireball was in Amy's hand, it ran to her and positioned itself comfortably in her arms.
The embarrassing silence was broken. Amy and her kitten brought smile to customers' faces. That magic caster might get angry now that his beard was burnt. Mag's restaurant may not be able to stand his anger, they thought.
