Based on this picture. Byron stared at the building, head tilted back. His mouth was open like a fish, and Aislinn fidgeted, wanting to poke him. She fidgeted while he stared, sighing a little in relief when he finally turned his eyes back to her.
"Well?" she asked with a hopeful smile.
"What were you on?" he demanded.
"What do you mean?" She gave him a troubled look, the smile fading.
"Did you get into my stash?"
"No!" Aislinn made a face. "You know I can't abide those poisons."
"Aislinn, think carefully. What exactly did you do to the architect?"
She thought, and shrugged. "I don't know. He was having trouble coming up with ideas, so we watched movies."
"What movie?"
She felt heat flood her cheeks. "The Wizard of Oz..."
Byron closed his eyes with a pained look on his face.
"What?" Now it was her turn to be demanding.
"Do me a favor, my love?"
She gave him a suspicious look. "What favor?"
"Confine yourself to writers and musicians from now on." He looked at her, outright pleading. "Stay away from architects."