“Mmm, I shouldn’t call it that. ‘Real magic,’ gives the wrong impression.” Pascal said, looking contemplative for a moment as he picked up a tray in each hand, and moved toward the large, stainless steel beast of a blast chiller that stood against the far wall. “You see, there is just a bit of magic all around us; even mundane people can feel it to an extent, even if they can’t normally see it.”
Avery scooted around ahead of Pascal and opened the blast chiller doors wide with a burst of hazy vapor. The chocolatier stepped forward and carefully slid the trays onto the interior racks of the freezer before his assistant shut the doors again.
“Mana, the essence of magic, suffuses all things - from your average chunk of rock to the most complex of living beings. What separates mages from mund
