"Why are you so insistent on cheating?"

"I'm not, I'm just joking around." Pause. "I can think of another very interesting way to spend paused time."

"And here we are on possibly frivolous uses of magic again. Note that that's not a 'no'."

"Did you look at that list of cards? You said yourself, there's one whose entire purpose is making flowers. Clearly whoever made them thought frivolous uses of magic were perfectly legitimate."

"Or possibly it's some structural thing, that Flower and Glow happened to fall out naturally while making the rest, I don't know. Do you know anything about that, Cerberus?"

"I know that the great sorcerer Clow Reed created these cards out of the union of Western and Eastern magic and the guardians to protect them, and he was the most powerful sorcerer of all time." Pause. "He did kinda like pranking people with magic, though."

"Sadde: One point."

He giggles. "This Clow person sounds like my kinda guy."

"I'm assuming he's dead, since we have his cards now." 

He wants to smack himself now. Good job Terence, talk about death with your cute new friend, how cheerful.

Sadde does get a bit down when Terry says that. "Yeah, that's kinda disheartening, that the most powerful sorcerer of all time couldn't find a way to become immortal..."

"I'll. Just have to do it myself!"

"...Step one is probably to learn as much about existing magic as I can."

Sadde blinks, and grins, and suddenly pulls Terry in for a kiss.

"Bwuh-" Oh. Yep, this is a thing. He returns the kiss. Then, "I take it I can count on your help?"

"Yes. Yes you can. That was one of the hottest things I've ever heard anyone say."

"Hey, I'll take it, bonus to doing something great if you think it's hot too." Nibblekiss.

Eee nibblekiss!

He pulls away to ask, "Shouldn't we be making our way to a more secluded clearing for tests?"

"Oh, probably. Then again this might be secluded enough if we stay below the treetops."

"Where's the fun in flying if you have to stay below the treetops?"

"In not careening all over the place and possibly getting hurt using a kludge that isn't really meant for flying like The Fly."

"True... Uh, your notes said Float could control how floaty you are, though? You could use that to stop your fall if you duck up."

"But I don't really want to spend an hour going out into the middle of nowhere for something that might not even work very well, is the thing. If flying is utterly brilliant and below-the-treetops is boring maybe."

"Yeah, you're right."

"Sweet-talker. Okay." Toss, toss, "Windy! Float! Let's try the trick I've been talking about. Make me nearly weightless then send me to that tree over there with a medium breeze."

He raises his eyebrows. "Sweet-talker?"

The cards proceed to try to do that. It's fiddly, pretty much like trying to direct a balloon by using a fan.