The Magic Box, Saturday

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"Do you mind?" Jenkins made a third attempt to get the front door to the Magic Box open, shoving it against the rump of a truly massive rabbit that had taken up residence on the sidewalk. "Look, I'm certain it's a perfectly nice spot to have a nap, but you're blocking my customers and I have truly had quite enough of being blocked today." His back

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Peter, his own Byzantine sword in his hand, had run up when he saw the rabbit charging, then changed it to a stroll when he saw Jenkins had it well in hand.

He nodded as he walked up. "That's the third I've seen so far. Any idea where they came from?"

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There was "more work" and then there was "ridiculous amounts of complex work".

Peter tried not to sigh at the lack of faith; he did have better control of his magic than that. Instead, he smirked. "Just stand still and don't move the building."

The proper gestures and incantations, and the rabbit began disintegrating from the inside out, falling into itself until only dust was left.

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"Lovely," Jenkins said, not sounding impressed. "Now can you summon a broom?"

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"Picky, picky." Another gesture, and the wind picked up the dust and swept it out to sea.

"Better?"

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"Peachy."

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"Sorry, I don't do food." Peter nodded toward the store. "Think you'd like any help, or have you got it taken care of?"