hobgoblins

Oh. Oh, this is interesting. I mean, people say they want truth. Now we have it.

( Tristan )

( Ben )

A blast from my past strolled into the shop today. He tried to disguise his gloating as 'catching up,' but when you use words like 'such a shame' to describe another person's life choices, it's a little hard to believe in your sincerity.

It's all I could do not to punch him. So I might've enchanted him instead. That'll teach him to steal my mints.

Aha! The solution was more henbane, not less. I declare victory!

Now. It's time for a celebratory whiskey while the damn butterflies find the open window and get out of my shop.

Well I'll be damned, I do still have one of these. Even more astounding, I remember the password. Downright disturbing, really.

So. John Robinson, at your service - provided you like magic and are willing to part with your money. Otherwise, I'm not at your service. Unless you ask particularly nicely, and even then.

You lot seem cheerful. Are you telling me that the war nonsense is actually over?

( Lord, what fools these mortals be! )