Adam perks up at the sound of wizards - even within a world like this, and even with his own, wizard stories are wizard stories, and he likes wizards. Good ones, bad ones, weird old ones. There's a lot you can do with characters like those.

He isn't quite sure of what Sal's doing until she does the voice, making him grin and laugh when she summons the bit of fire. There's a rather huge chance that the owner or owners of the shop would be mighty unhappy about the usage of magical fire in their fire hazard of a shop, but the boy is delighted.

"Is it like a wand?" Taking the cue, he points a hand at nothing like he's holding a magic wand. "Ark, foolish mortals. I shall show you the secrets of magic, so that you may save the universe from the evil orc leaders. But, first, it's time for tea and stale biscuits."