... I wonder what would happen if I tried a similar kind of magic. Hold on.
[Fish sets the communicator somewhere so Pidge could see the tiefling on the couch, cushions all over the floor and just everything a mess. And then there's the sound of a lyre's string played and a little orb of light floating out into the living room. Molly doesn't jump on it. But they're watching it keenly with their hands on his chin, eyes just so wide like saucers. His tail is flicking back and forth lazily.]
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... I wonder what would happen if I tried a similar kind of magic. Hold on.
[Fish sets the communicator somewhere so Pidge could see the tiefling on the couch, cushions all over the floor and just everything a mess. And then there's the sound of a lyre's string played and a little orb of light floating out into the living room. Molly doesn't jump on it. But they're watching it keenly with their hands on his chin, eyes just so wide like saucers. His tail is flicking back and forth lazily.]