Renatta was staring at the shattered pieces of ice too. She walked over, reaching out to touch one of the ice needles. "It's cold."
Randy copied her. "It's cold! It's ice!" He turned to Renan, his expression wild. "How did you do that? What kind of trick is that!?"
"It's not a trick, Randy." Renatta said. "It's magic."
"Magic." Randy repeated the word. "Magic. Mom, please. I don't know what Renan did, but you can't tell me he's a magician."
She nodded with strange calmness. "Yes."
"That's impossible!"
She sighed, looking at Randy more directly. "He already proved it to me. This was more for you."
Randy ran his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth. "No. No, there has to be an explanation. Some kind of... I don't know, hidden ice launcher? Pellets that you fired and they just looked like ice?"
Renan passed the wand to him. "Check the wand."
