[ Dunno, he's not the one seeing it happen. To him, it's just like ... taking off layers, but more abstract? Not quite the right simile. Hard to describe.

But he just shakes his head at the suggestion, apparently not having to think about his answer. ]

Doesn't feel like it. Practice would net— slow improvement, I think? With this, it felt more like ... Hmm. The first time I tried, it was like hitting a block. Danger, high voltage, do not enter.

[ Not the first time he's described that disastrous first attempt this way, but it still seems to fit. ]

The times after that— more like ... not having a spark? Not the right fuel to burn, the engine cannot start.

Until it just worked this time, after failing all the rest.

[ He sounds... actually somewhat faintly, mildly annoyed, saying that last bit. Which from Emmet is saying something.

(That annoyance and the slowly-mounting, self-directed frustration it was tied to, is, actually, why he managed to get it working this time.) ]