[ The fire itself seems perfectly normal, including in the amount of heat it puts off, which is a lot for an English summer when you get up close. Matt regards Erik over the tongue of flame, his expression one of cautious optimism. ]

There is a genetic component, [ he answers, ] so mutation is involved ... but we call it a few different things. "Magic" is mine.

[ With a puff of an exhalation, almost like he's blowing out the flame, the fire vanishes, leaving only a few wisps of smoke in its wake. In its place, a spherical bauble of light appears. It gleams a buttery gold. ]

You can touch that one, if you want. [ There's a hint of breathlessness in his tone now. ] There's no heat, just light.

[ There's a kind of warmth to it, but it resonates more with the emotions than physical temperature. ]