Keh, those ain't even really good fake costumes, what do you mean-- Ow! [maybe it's a good thing Hakuno smacked him in the ribs, because Nora was well on his way to jamming his foot or possibly his entire leg in his mouth, as usual; that doesn't mean she doesn't get an amped-up stinkeye, though] What was that for, I don't care about your NAME, I care about why you're here!!
[Obviously!!! He's. Not the best at communication, to put it extremely diplomatically.
... Meanwhile, Ed's hemming and hawing gets him an elbow in the ribs, which isn't at all Nora passing the painful buck because he feels like making sure someone else shares his smarting ribs or anything. It's just:]
Whatever, by the time THIS guy proves he's a mage, us and the sausages'll be rotting and done for! Is that supposed to be an incantation or what?! Besides, if it's magic you're after, just leave it to me!
[Whereupon he promptly yanks the collar off his own neck with a quick, slightly clumsy but deliberate movement that ensures it never actually is entirely off him; throws out the arm that the collar is now on with enough flourish to put the nearest street performer to shame; and with a yell (I declare Anemos Magia, Heavy Thunder Flash!)--
Well, first of all, there's now a small crater in the wall, a few smoking, sparking bricks... and the shop owner's proud mustache is standing on end like a hairy, two-pronged fork. Whoops.]
sorry for the wait!
[Obviously!!! He's. Not the best at communication, to put it extremely diplomatically.
... Meanwhile, Ed's hemming and hawing gets him an elbow in the ribs, which isn't at all Nora passing the painful buck because he feels like making sure someone else shares his smarting ribs or anything. It's just:]
Whatever, by the time THIS guy proves he's a mage, us and the sausages'll be rotting and done for! Is that supposed to be an incantation or what?! Besides, if it's magic you're after, just leave it to me!
[Whereupon he promptly yanks the collar off his own neck with a quick, slightly clumsy but deliberate movement that ensures it never actually is entirely off him; throws out the arm that the collar is now on with enough flourish to put the nearest street performer to shame; and with a yell (I declare Anemos Magia, Heavy Thunder Flash!)--
Well, first of all, there's now a small crater in the wall, a few smoking, sparking bricks... and the shop owner's proud mustache is standing on end like a hairy, two-pronged fork. Whoops.]