So it was as easy as bringing it out again, but somewhere else. Without them knowing you still had it. She watched carefully as his hands moved and copied the movement herself, a little clumsily. Reappearing things was not something she was used to doing. Usually if she had hidden something she needed it to stay hidden.

She practised another time, disappear, reappear. Disappear.

She leaned forward to reach behind his ear and brought the flower out without dropping it.