Caspar raises an eyebrow. That would be a no, Hunter. It wasn't Hermione, was it? he writes with a small smirk. Adia peeks at what he's written and gives him a nudge with her elbow. Be serious, Caspar. Sounds like a hell of a story. I'm listening.

Although he can't help but be distracted by the delighted laugh that Adia gives when Hunter hands her the metal tulip. It's a war between pleasure over hearing his girl's sweet laugh, and annoyance that he wasn't the cause of it. At least he can keep jealousy out of the picture. The magic only belatedly registers. Hmm. Neat trick.