Kithabel is sitting on the flat top of the tallest tower of her palace, forcing the rain to decline to fall on her, taking a break insofar as she ever takes a break. She has no constructive ends to pursue right now, so she's playing with the lightning in the clouds overhead. She doesn't want to try taking a direct lightning strike yet - she could probably take it, but only probably - but she can tell it to arc here and there in patterns, she can ball it up and watch it roll through the air, she can make it turn colors. She's making sure none of it hits the town, and if it starts a fire in the woods she'll take care of it, but at the moment it's a toy.
"If you say so. Just don't—" Hank glances down at the floor, which is six inches farther away than usual. "Well. That's something."
"Yep," says someone who looks nothing like Skeeve. "Convinced yet?" He puts Hank back down, and appears to turn back into himself.
"Doesn't really matter; you're more than good enough to convince everyone else. I'll believe you for sure when you power a generator."
"I'm the only one here who knows how to build one, but I'm working on fixing that. It produces a type of energy that's useful for things like this." He touches something on the wall, and the room is lit. "Anyone who can power a generator can make it real obvious whether or not they're creating more energy than they're putting in."
"He's probably right. Enough technology can do almost anything magic can; I'm not even sure if the D-Hopper is magic or not. Some dimensions don't use magic at all, and aren't really held back by it."
"I don't even slightly understand how that would make light come from the ceiling, but I suppose I'll have to take your word for it."
"It's the same thing that makes lightning light, only less of it and steadier. Can also work for sending messages across the country in no time at all, and transporting people. Though it's usually easier to do that a different way."
"I can - could - do those things. Can't now. Can I borrow a candle to stare angrily at? This reportedly being an introductory exercise for Skeeve's variety of magic."
"Of course. I'll be back in a moment." He leaves, and can soon be heard rummaging through a drawer in an adjacent room.
Kithabel looks at Skeeve. "Is there more to your sort of magic than just particularly momentum-unresponsive demands made of the universe?"
There's no ritual you need to do first or anything, if that's what you mean."
She glares at the candle. How fucking dare it not light. She's a sorceress, she put in the work, she never slacked off, it will do what she wants and she wants it to light. Now.
It's a candle, and if she thinks it's going to bend to her will just because she's an incomprehensible being of incredible power then she's wrong. It will stand against her on behalf of all inanimate objects everywhere.
She stares it down. She knows better than it what it ought to be doing right now. It ought to be catching fire. It had better. She's not going to back off until she has made it catch.
"Long enough" was, apparently, longer than it seemed like. The sun is starting to rise, for one thing. Hank and Skeeve are in a corner of the room poking at the misbehaving device. Skeeve announces "you did it!" and rushes candleward.
But yes, it gets less pathetic later. In a couple months you'll be able to make it stay lit.
...I'm kidding."
"I don't have the slightest idea how this thing works. Skeeve's no help at all in that department, but thinks it could go where it's told to."