“Opening a small metal box, she added a pinch of blue salts to the syrup mixture and blew on the cauldron. A burst of smoke puffed up, sending a dusting of glitter particles spinning in the lights. He turned his head to follow the twinkling trail, and she slanted a sideways smile. "Magic."
"Predictable chemical reaction," he returned, examining the box of salts. "And once again in your company, I have glitter in my hair."
"And your stubble. Bit of technicolor glam to liven up the grays. You're welcome.”