“Whoa- dude what are you doi-“ Finn watches in horror as Felix not only picks up, and touches, but then smashes the scepter on the ground, in an extraordinarily hypocritical lack of carefulness. Finn winces, but then lets out a breath of relief when the jewel rolls unharmed across the ground.

“What, is it a fake?” He walks over to to the orb, crouching down next to it and watching the pulse of light. There was a steady rhythm to it, but Finn wasn’t sure exactly what it meant. He picks up the orb, holding it closer to his face, expression serious.

“Maybe we gotta touch it at the same time, and like, think about making a wish? Like a……I don’t know. Sometimes it works like that.”