"Oh, no." Arthur shakes his head. He'd hold up a hand for emphasis, but both are busy clutching his blanket tightly around him.
"Not much of a magic guy, me. Sometimes I think I shouldn't even be trusted with a box of matches!" A little high laugh. "No, I'm joking. I just tend to have bad luck with trying new things."
People get maimed, there's lots of screaming, sometimes there's an angry mob....
"I think I did something to a radish, once."
Not at all helpful in this situation, but Arthur is a man who wants to help. He wants to be A Part of The Community. This young lady obviously is comfortable with magic, like the locals. And the radish is the one thing he has to offer in the way of magic he might have done.
He's still not entirely sure it was him, and he has yet to experiment further. The last thing he needs is to end up with an out of control army of dancing tubers.
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"Not much of a magic guy, me. Sometimes I think I shouldn't even be trusted with a box of matches!" A little high laugh. "No, I'm joking. I just tend to have bad luck with trying new things."
People get maimed, there's lots of screaming, sometimes there's an angry mob....
"I think I did something to a radish, once."
Not at all helpful in this situation, but Arthur is a man who wants to help. He wants to be A Part of The Community. This young lady obviously is comfortable with magic, like the locals. And the radish is the one thing he has to offer in the way of magic he might have done.
He's still not entirely sure it was him, and he has yet to experiment further. The last thing he needs is to end up with an out of control army of dancing tubers.