[Marc and Ms. Phillipson]<br/><br/>The woman seemed unimpressed by his demonstration... or was it his attitude?<br/><br/>"Current Earth technology can easily mimic such effects in ways that are far more accessible than 'magic'." She said flatly.<br/>"A flamethrower requires little training to use, with no other requirements, for example. Off-world cultures are making meaningful research into matter transportation, and shape-shifting beings, while rare, is far from unheard of in the galaxy at large."<br/><br/>Only now does she meet his eyes. "Truth, sir, is a matter of perspective, and subject to bias."<br/><br/>The woman turned away and walk toward Marc's counter.<br/>"For example: From one point of view, when someone says 'I have heard that magic is an out-dated, disprove superstition in society,' to the owner of a 'magic shop', they could in fact be accusing the owner of being a fraud or a charlatan."<br/><br/>She ran one finger across the counter as she continued.<br/><br/>"From another point of view, they might be admitting to the owner of that shop that they know nothing at all about 'magic', and that they would be interested in seeing what 'magic' is. The universe is, after all, full of strange beings and things. Learning new things can be a distinct pleasure."<br/><br/>0000000000000<br/><br/>[Remmy and ****]<br/><br/>The large alien holding him laughs softly.<br/><br/>"It was an odd day for me as well. It is not often we take so many young-ones hunting... it will be a relief to return to routines of the hive."<br/><br/>The webbed rib maw and the tentacles holding Remmy squeeze him gently, like a hug.<br/><br/>"You needn't fear... as a host, your life from this point on will be very peaceful."