Gone Out. Window Shopping. ETA: Will Return Relative to Soon
“Step inside. The world stands before you.” The Magician gestured toward the doorway with a sweep of a hand, as if he was a Master of Ceremonies. (A title he was banned from in Aquitaine due to an incident with an orange, a goat and a carnivorous picnic basket).
“And what does it say?” Esper bit out, feeling quite done with the showing-off.
The Magician grinned. “Breakfast.”
