[Darin looks around the room. He needs...something. Ah, wait, there were the branches in his hair that she shook out earlier. He can only work in small scale anyway so...]
[He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stoops down to pick up one of the broken twigs.]
[He stands and sits on the edge of the bed and focuses on the twig. For a minute, it looks like he's just giving himself a headache from the way he starts to sweat.]
[But after a couple of tense minutes, there's a spark. A little arc of magical energy ripples up his arm, through his hand, and into the twig...]
[He transmutes the twig into a couple of toothpicks. They're not perfect or identical but there's clear intent, as if they were meant to have some sort of design, like one would see on a banister.]
[He holds them out to her and examines her face for her reaction.]
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[He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stoops down to pick up one of the broken twigs.]
[He stands and sits on the edge of the bed and focuses on the twig. For a minute, it looks like he's just giving himself a headache from the way he starts to sweat.]
[But after a couple of tense minutes, there's a spark. A little arc of magical energy ripples up his arm, through his hand, and into the twig...]
[He transmutes the twig into a couple of toothpicks. They're not perfect or identical but there's clear intent, as if they were meant to have some sort of design, like one would see on a banister.]
[He holds them out to her and examines her face for her reaction.]