His hands pause midway through what he's doing before he goes on with it. "No." His smile is hesitant and unsure because he has no idea if that's normal or not. (He suspects it isn't.) "Well, that's not easy -- producing the same effect consistently, I mean."

... at least it's not for him, but Wolfgang's magic likes to do whatever the hell it wants and drag him along after it; he feels a sense of relief when he actually gets it to do exactly what he wants it to do, like now; later, when he has to un-shrink these things? God knows. They could very well end up with a can full of peas the size of golf balls. He can never seem to get them the right size again. "It's, um, very common here -- magic in general. There's a whole college for it at TMU, but I don't know how... effective they are."

When he worked there, he avoided it. It really freaked him out and also is possibly full of crazy people.