“You mean the hissing noise created by charged particles in an inversion layer of the atmosphere discharging when hit by particles from the sun? That can be heard via radio at least 230 feet below their actual location?” Isamu asked, somewhat impressed.

“Better question.” Minoru walked back with fruit-laden dessert in one hand and honey-laden mead in the other. “If it makes noise, have you recorded it and used it in your albums yet? Because that would be pretty cool.”