"It's charmed," she explains to Goat Boy, patting her bag. "A friend did it for me. I don't have any magical powers." Not ones quite so blatant, at any rate. She loops her arm through Caspar's and follows the other two to the rink.

The energetic chatter of the crowd filing into the stadium is exciting, but a little overwhelming, too. Adia stays close to Caspar, not wanting to get separated. "Is that a bad thing?" she asks, concerned.

Caspar would have thought that Goat Boy would attract the most attention. He raises an eyebrow at Harley. "Recognition from fans or someone else?"