[Voice; mid-afternoon]

Tell me your favorite color. Be as precise as you wish; I know my shades well, and I need the practice.

[Action;

What exactly he needs to practice will become obvious to anyone present in the plaza after sunset. The fountain is now the center of a circle of lines and patterns of light on the ground. It's not quite large enough to reach the tunnel entrance, but it shifts and changes as Cecil walks around, concentrating. One moment the stones are decorated with red and orange flames; the next, those flames are replaced by criss-crossed lines of white and blue. The show ends at midnight, but he'll happily take requests until then, if anyone has them.]