Vincent nods, mildly relieved. "Excellent." He smiles, as he brings his palms together with a slight flourish.
A rune flashes faintly in the air, and he brings his hands apart, producing two putters as if from nowhere. Like any sport with geometry at its core that he'd ever had a passing interest in, Vincent had his own equipment. He hands one over to Andrea.
Is showing off for her still that important?
"Shall we fly? I could use some air."
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