Dylan can tell she doesn't really think the cards just set themselves on fire, or that there's any real danger here, but that's fine. Most people don't. The real trick is leaving them wondering what the trick is, how he did it; the real trick is the awe that usually comes, at the end. That in mind, his attentions dart away as he looks for something to deal with the small, smoldering mess on the table, and appropriately belatedly, distracted, he mutters, "Yeah, uh -- shit."
In the end, he ends up reaching for his coffee, and pours a little bit of over it, hoping for the best. While it does seem to ultimately kill the smoke, however, it goes out with a flash of flame, bright but without heat, there and then gone. All that remains in the end is a small pile of ash, oddly dry despite the addition of coffee, and frowning, Dylan reaches to shoo it off the side of the table.
"Sorry, that was kinda ... " he starts, stops, looking down at the table. He waits for her to follow him down to it, and there in the wake of the ash, the three of hearts sits. He reaches for it, seemingly awed himself, and holds it up for her inspection, asking, "So, is this your card?"
no worries. and i'm ... just going to keep calling him dylan in the prose, even if he's jacob here.
In the end, he ends up reaching for his coffee, and pours a little bit of over it, hoping for the best. While it does seem to ultimately kill the smoke, however, it goes out with a flash of flame, bright but without heat, there and then gone. All that remains in the end is a small pile of ash, oddly dry despite the addition of coffee, and frowning, Dylan reaches to shoo it off the side of the table.
"Sorry, that was kinda ... " he starts, stops, looking down at the table. He waits for her to follow him down to it, and there in the wake of the ash, the three of hearts sits. He reaches for it, seemingly awed himself, and holds it up for her inspection, asking, "So, is this your card?"