"A scrying glass? Is that sort of like a looking glass type thing? All magic, like?"

Did those things still exist? More to the point did they even work? Molly seemed to think so and Mick wasn't about to dispute the man's belief in such instruments. It was obvious that he was from a different world than the guitarist which was half the fun learning about new cultures and races. That blue though---it was a striking colour. Mick rather liked the hue.

"Yeah, they'll love it since they don't really have much money. Now I'm in a rock band I can afford stuff like that. Ok---now for another song."

Mick got to adjusting his guitar on his shoulder as he began picking out another of Ziggy's songs.