Oh, funny thing happened at the security checkpoint when I was flying home:

After sending in my suitcase to be scanned through the machine, an alarm went off on the machine. The security guard, a middle aged male, pointed to the screen and said, “high density object” to another guard. They proceeded to look at my bag to find the offending object and low and behold, he takes out my case of cards.

He immediately looks at the outside of the box, “Ah, it’s Magic,” without seeing the logo on the sides (he’s holding it by the sides). He does his job, opens the lid, smiles, nods to me, and closes the box. He hands it back to me to quickly sort back into my suitcase. I wanted to stay and ask him about Magic, but I had a plane to catch and was still mentally stressed about what had happened before.