[You break his concentration, but you do note that the Pretty Lights remain. You would know that, only a few months ago, those energy constructs would have dissipated.

Then again, Death startled him a little bit earlier, so he's had time to get out of his truly absent-minded reverie and be aware enough of his surroundings to not get really startled.

He beckons for a bottle of beer and it floats to his hand, nodding his gratitude to you.]

If all that my magic needed to be applied to was the entertainment of children, I suppose that would mean a more peaceful world, yeah? Hey, that's a good retirement idea, thanks man. And on that other thing, heh, at least you wouldn't have paradox to worry about.