The girl looks on with awe, forever fascinated by what she's seeing. Three's nothing like this at home, at least nothing real, and Sarah's completely spellbound by the whole ordeal.

In passing through the door into his home, she can't help but run a hand along the door frame. Barely, she suppresses her excitement at touching real live magic, though it still shows a little on her face. Once inside she stops and stares.

"Wow. This is... Whoa." It's the best she can manage.

Eyes still on everything around her, and brain still processing that holy shit yes he did actually just make that stool appear from nowhere, Sarah slides onto the seat.

"S-sorry?" Sarah stammers, realizing full well that she's been so absorbed in the magic she's hardly heard a word he's said.