"I think Arthur may be scared."
Classic hand aside and stage whisper? That's a hint, yo.
The hand fell, and bluish eyes regarded Avis below the tousled mop.
"You know that's, like, totally magician sniping? Because now I've got," a finger twirled next to an ear hidden by hair, "Disappearing, ummmm, limbs, tricks going through my head."
Speaking of disappearing? Everyone leaving were probably going to feel silly when the waitress popped in.
"Hey! Eric! Get me a water! Like, fizzy. But don't let them just spray up some fountain soda. Please."
Those bar nozzles? Gross.