"You really think I know what any kids said any days?" Reeve laughs. Country boy to erudite architect in too little time to develop that knowledge, thank you very much.

The joke doesn't stop him from processing the information, or building the spell to a higher level. At last he takes a breath, thrusts his arm forward, and releases the spell.

Turned out that magic didn't care as much about the laws of physics as it should have. The fireball did in fact form, large and powerful, rolling with speed into his targets. And even singing the one on the ceiling just a little.

"Ah. It seems it might be more potent. How intriguing. Perhaps the area here is more charged with mana than it might be elsewhere."