"Don't blink." Rorschach spread his hand, showing everyone it was empty. Everyone held their breath, and for a moment, the clearing grew so quiet you could hear the birds chirping in the forest.
Then, with a flick of his right wrist, a packet suddenly appeared.
"Go on, open it. You can eat it," he said, handing it to the child who had wriggled closest. Then he announced to everyone, "There's one for all of you. A little gift."
"Wow, it's so sweet!" The child opened the bag to find translucent chunks of sugar. He popped one into his mouth, his face a picture of pure bliss.
It wasn't anything flashy. The Trick was just Rorschach pulling the Brown Sugar he'd prepared for the Sub-plane out of his Storage Ring. He had conveniently packed it into dozens of bags, each weighing about half a pound. He had a bit of fun with the kids as he handed them out, using Magic to pass himself off as a Master magician.
