That's just like Rita, to skip ahead to the next thing she'd like to test. Lambert envies her that, in a way -- he has fewer things except dealing directly with other problems to keep himself occupied -- but he doesn't begrudge her that, either.

"Ice magic?" He parrots, knowing he's inviting what's likely going to be a near-incomprehensible stream of prattle about magic he can only vaguely follow, even as his own gaze trackes the flame.