Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian wasn't entirely sure how the water in his systems had gotten turned into holiday beverages, but then, who was he to grouse about magic not being logical?

So there would be no major cleaning today, leaving him time to work on his list of Christmas presents for people...and trying to convince Lydia-kitty to forgive him for not informing her that Bran turned into a raven before this. She was apparently very upset about him keeping that from her and was ostentatiously ignoring him.

And sometimes glancing backwards to make sure he noticed that she was VERY MUCH IGNORING HIM.

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[joan_of_bark]

Pam showed up in the doorway with a mug eventually, looking... conflicted.

"My Harley can't know about this," she said.

[witchoftheflesh]

"Don't want to see how someone could make it happen without magic?" Adrian asked with a laugh.

[joan_of_bark]

"Imagine her with a sugar rush," Pam said dryly.

[witchoftheflesh]

"No thank you," Adrian said politely. "I've seen her wielding a mallet without the benefit of sugar."

[joan_of_bark]

"She's very capable with it," Pam said, which was not in doubt. "But... that's her at a normal pitch."