[ Hey, Jeff appreciates the chuckle. YOU HAVE TO LAUGH AT HIS JOKES, PETER. And he's smiling like such a smitten fool at Peter's kind words. ]
You can. There's nothing to 'em. [ Jokingly: ] This kind of magic's all style and no substance.
[ At most, the lights might feel a bit warm to the touch, but there's nothing shocking or solid to them. Still, Jeff sings softly, lifting his free hand up to beckon some of the lights towards them.
He can't stop smiling. Stupid Peter. He always keeps Jeff smiling! ]
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You can. There's nothing to 'em. [ Jokingly: ] This kind of magic's all style and no substance.
[ At most, the lights might feel a bit warm to the touch, but there's nothing shocking or solid to them. Still, Jeff sings softly, lifting his free hand up to beckon some of the lights towards them.
He can't stop smiling. Stupid Peter. He always keeps Jeff smiling! ]