Per Request

[mozart_jack]

Mozart is sketching The View.

Ygor enters.  Mutters something about needing lifts. "You rang, Master?"

"Ah, yes...could you see about getting the pastels out of whatever trunk they were stored in? I have an idea about why I've been stumped by Trumps."

Ygor nods. "Yes, master." A pause. "You're starting to rhyme again, Master."

Mozart grunts, eyes still on The View. "Only some of the time."

"Yes, Master." Shuffle, shuffle.

Mozart pauses. "Ygor?"

"Yes, Master?"

A Definite Silence. Then..."You have been staying away from the Love Potions, correct? Not dropping them in any drinks?'

"Not drinks, Master, no."

"Ygor."

Ygor sighs. "No, Master. The ingredients are still packed up." A mutter that might be, "despite...own good...."

Mozart resumes his sketch. "Very good. That will be all."

"Yes, Master."