Is Faye Actually a Prodigy?

While Celeste struggled to find the right words in the face of this little miracle, Magna beat her to it.

"Hey, you're making my soup go cold. Stop it." He hadn't even gotten a chance to taste it yet, and the thought of it going cold before he could annoyed him.

In the next instant, the chill in the room vanished completely, and Faye's face snapped back to her usual cheerful expression. "Yes, yes, I won't do it again."

Then she sat back down and started eating too, leaving her mother and father staring blankly, first at Faye, then at Magna, both of them still trying to process whether what just happened had really just happened.

"Faye, can you show me that again?" Celeste couldn't hold herself back. She needed to be sure that what she had just seen wasn't some kind of fluke.

"Um…" Faye looked troubled, glancing at Magna's face first, seeking his permission.

She was still scared that if she upset him, he might never play with her again.