The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

Norman came to work today with a simple sandwich in hand. As much as he thought this was a stupid idea, if it meant Bob would feel better... sure, he'd go for it. When your necromancer-ghost mentor demanded you find out if bread was the secret weakness of the adorable jelly demon that had settled into your magic shop, well, the whole phrase was ridiculous enough that how could Norman not at least humor him?

"Hey, buddy," he said, feeling a little bit guilty for entertaining this thought as the tiny pink blob burbled up against his sneaker in greeting. "I brought something for you? If you don't want it, that's fine."

He crouched down and offered it the sandwich.

It cooed in confusion, and then stretched up and, with a 'NOMPH' sound, swallowed the sandwich all in one go. It didn't even change size afterwards to account for the added mass. It did squeak and babble and coo for a moment before rolling around in a little fist-sized ball on the floor.

When it stopped rolling and straightened up to peer at Norman in delight, it had a little brown swirl around its middle.

"... You're a peanut butter and jelly demon now, aren't you?"

It chirped.

[OOC: Open!]