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"Very good, very good! Let's give a round of applause for Mr. Morin and thank him for this magnificent dinner he prepared for me. I declare that tonight's show is now over..."
Daniel nodded as he clapped, already walking toward backstage while speaking.
Suddenly, Morin covered Daniel's mouth and dragged him back.
Daniel flailed and kicked in exaggerated fashion, but it was completely useless. He was hauled straight across the stage, and the audience burst into laughter again.
They could tell it was part of the act.
That only made it better.
Compared to the usual arrogant magic performances, this kind of exaggerated, comedic routine was far more entertaining.
"Ahem. Don't be in such a hurry," Morin said, pulling Daniel to a stop. He slowly circled the table. "I mean, would I really use such a huge table, put only one dish on it, and call that a magnificent dinner?"
"Would I do something like that?"
Daniel stood beside him, face blank. He sneered. "If it were anyone else, I might doubt it. But you? You're absolutely capable of that."
The audience laughed again.
"Ahem, that was just an appetizer," Morin explained. "Not the main course."
"What?" Daniel froze. "That wasn't the main course?"
"Then... where's the main course?" He glanced around. "I don't see a food cart."
"What are you looking at?" Morin pointed at the covered dish. "It's right here."
Daniel stared. "I feel like you're trying to fool me."
The resentment in his voice sent the audience into another fit of laughter.
"Of course not," Morin waved him off. "Do I look like that kind of person? Just wait. I'll conjure up the magnificent dinner I'm giving you tonight."
The audience immediately cheered.
Morin stepped to the table and lifted the lid, preparing to cover the dish.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Daniel stopped him.
"What now?"
"Same old rule. We can't skip this," Daniel said, turning to the crowd. "As I've always told you, the closer you get-"
"The less you see!" the audience shouted together.
"So..." Daniel walked to the edge of the stage. "You, you, and you. Come up here."
"Well, if that's the case," Morin frowned theatrically, "I guess I should prepare something for our guests to eat."
"Mmhmm." Daniel nodded. "That's only fair."
"Then..." Morin hesitated. "How about a magnificent dinner appetizer?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted the lid.
The dish was overflowing with french fries.
"What?"
"How did he do that?"
"Wow!"
Exclamations rippled through the audience. They were no strangers to magic, and they had been watching Morin closely.
As far as they could tell, he had only placed the lid down. His hands never left the dish. Nothing disappeared.
Yet when the lid came off, the empty plate was suddenly full of fries.
They didn't realize this was only the beginning.
After handing out the fries to the audience members on stage, Morin asked them to inspect the dish and the lid.
"Alright," he said, showing both items to the crowd. "Our guests have checked them. No issues."
He was about to continue.
"No, there's a problem!" Daniel suddenly declared.
"You're going to spoil my trick?" Morin stared at him in shock, drawing more laughter.
"Hmph. Of course," Daniel chuckled. "Do I look like someone who'd let my conscience be bothered for a performance?"
He walked over, took the dish and lid, and set them back on the table.
"This is only one dish. Even if you can make food, how much can you make? That's not enough for me!"
The venue fell silent for three seconds.
Then it exploded.
They had thought Daniel was about to expose the trick. Instead, after such a righteous buildup, his complaint was simply that there weren't enough dishes.
As they laughed, a thought surfaced.
Could Morin really make a lot?
"Well..." Morin frowned. "I only prepared one dish today."
"That's easy," Daniel said.
He picked up the dish and turned around.
When he turned back, there were two dishes in his hands.
"Wow!" Morin exclaimed on cue.
The audience followed immediately.
Daniel placed one down, turned again, and produced another. Then another. He repeated the motion until the entire table was packed tight with dishes.
Morin's eyes widened. He stepped closer, reached out, and began unbuttoning Daniel's suit.
"I suspect there are dozens hidden in here," he muttered. "Audience, give me a moment-"
Daniel struggled free and bolted.
The audience burst into laughter yet again.
"Alright," Morin said, shaking his head in mock resignation as he returned to the table. "I'll stop asking where those came from."
He looked up. "What I'm more curious about is this-if I really fill all of these with food, can you even finish them?"
He poked Daniel's stomach.
"You don't look like a competitive eater."
"Hey, stop that!" Daniel slapped his hand away. "I can't finish them, but all these audience members supporting us can, right?"
"Yes!"
"I can eat!"
"I want a magnificent dinner!"
Cheers erupted instantly.
After such a long buildup, the atmosphere was at a fever pitch.
"Alright, alright," Morin said, pressing his hands down. "Seems you're all foodies. Then again, who isn't?"
He picked up a dish and lid and showed them again.
"So. What do you want to eat?"
The crowd erupted into chaos, everyone shouting different dishes.
"Wait," Morin interrupted. "Who said they want to eat me? I mean food. By the way, you-yes, you-remember to give me your number later."
Laughter rolled through the hall.
"I've received your requests," Morin nodded seriously. "First-medium-rare Wellington steak."
He covered the dish.
When he lifted the lid again, a Wellington steak sat inside.
The cheers nearly tore the roof off.
Morin continued. Each time the lid came off, a new dish appeared-rare, difficult, or simply irresistible-until the entire table was filled.
"This magic performance-Magnificent Dinner-is hereby-" Morin spread his arms, basking in the applause.
"Wait!" Daniel interrupted. "You forgot something."
"What?"
"The cutlery."
From his shallow suit pocket, Daniel pulled out an absurdly long knife and fork. Then another. And another.
Soon, every dish had a set.
As staff members came out to distribute the food, Morin and Daniel exchanged a look and bowed together.
"This magic performance-Magnificent Dinner-is now over!"
...
The next day.
"Well?" Morin asked, legs crossed, fingers smoothly shuffling a deck of cards.
"Nothing but praise," Daniel said, flipping through newspapers. "'Magic as if it were magic.' 'A marvelous innovation.' 'The perfect fusion of comedy and magic.'"
"I told you," Morin replied calmly. "Combining traditional cross-talk with magic sharpens contrast, refreshes the experience, and lets humor mask the mechanics."
"And distracts them perfectly," Daniel said in awe. "It's flawless."
"The only downside is higher difficulty," Morin said. "But for us, mistakes are avoidable."
He bent the deck slightly and flicked his fingers.
The cards shot out one by one-then vanished midair.
When the last was gone, Morin casually pulled the same deck from his pocket.
"How many times can you use that ability?" Daniel asked, turning on the TV. "I was nearly drained just moving the dishes and cutlery."
"I'm not sure," Morin said after a moment. "I've never fully exhausted it."
He glanced at the screen.
"Switch to the news. I bet we're on."
Daniel did.
They were.
"Forget it," Morin said, standing and stretching. "This is just the beginning. A few more shows, and we move to the next plan."
"Where are you going?" Daniel called. "And what about the magnificent dinner you promised me?"
"You've delayed it for days!"
"Didn't I treat you yesterday?" Morin replied without turning back. "You just gave it all away."
"What?"
Daniel froze.
He had thought Morin was joking.