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[femme_wizard]

Eska's in the bar sitting at a table, and seemingly staring very hard at a cocktail stirrer.

There's almost certainly a reason. She looks sober enough.

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[muddy_mutt]

There's a voice from under the table:

"Whatcha you hypnotiz'n a cocktail stirrer for?"

There is a dog under the table. A dog with a bowl of beer. But don't worry, it's his first tonight.

[femme_wizard]

"I'm not hypnotising it," she says, not looking up. Or down. "I'm enchanting it with a colour-related PKE measurement spell. Hi, Gaspode."

[muddy_mutt]

"Hallo Eska."

He's struggling up a stair to see better. And then looks longingly down to his bowl. He has learned to hate making decisions, this one. And getting angry even about the little ones... His gaze is shifting. Cocktail stirrer. Bowl. Bowl. Cocktail stirrer. It finally rests on the cocktail stirrer.

"What's PKE?"

[femme_wizard]

Eska pauses, and cuts off the longwinded explanation.

"Magic."