Recognizing the pout for what it is even before it transforms into that familiar smirk, Merlin huffs and watches the girl wander over to the spoon mirror. "When all this is over, we can get as shitfaced as you want," he tells her, meaning it. By then, they'll probably have earned that. "Peach schnapps or otherwise."

Then he turns back to the table. He'd seen that...sparkle when he touched the flame and his mind is slowly coming back around to it. Had that meant anything? Or had he imagined it? Just grabbing the flame outright had seemed counterintuitive, but what about this is intuitive, anyway?

Not knowing that his own memory had sent Imogen chasing stars, he calls over to her, "...Hey. Are these things always...I dunno. Solid?"