Mai jumped a little when the T.V. started to display moving pictures, even though he'd been told that was what it was supposed to do. After Lestat settled on a channel, Mai sat down with his nose only a few inches from the screen. When you looked really close the pictures split up into lots of tiny specs of colors, and they changed so fast it looked like the pictures were moving. But Mai figured it was just a lot of different pictures being strung together. He was more curious about the sound. He would have said it was like magic and sounded all amazed, but he realized how silly that would sound coming from him; someone who could actually<span style="font-style: italic">use</span>magic.<br/><br/>Mai reached out and poked the screen and the color in the area around his finger blotched out. When he removed it the colors came back. "I guess," he said, "anything that's new to someone seems like magic."<br/><br/>----------------------------<br/><br/>"Huh? What do I think of him?" Reina repeated, blushing slightly. "Well... he's like no one I've ever met before. A combination of a chivalrous and dashing prince and a teasing school boy. And he makes me feel safe whenever I'm around him. Not that I don't feel safe with Mai... he's just a little kid though... and Lestat's..." She blushed again, hanging her head and becoming quiet as she helped Blue mix spaghetti sauce into the pot.