I smiled and turned my head to face him. I decided to play a little game with him. I playfully grinned at him and turned my hair to fire, burning his arm.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The grand in the hotel rings with broken tunes; the guests frown; the concierge winces. But the blue-hatted boy is happy and braver than they. — TheMythMaster