"Did you two do this?"

"Do what? Could you be more specific?"

"He meant the weather."

"Oh, yes. Hi, Arthur. Who is your friend?"

"I'd expect to be more memorable than this," he says lightly.

"You met Dayo."

They blink. "Are you secretly a witch?"

"Only insofar as I have makeup skills that could be called witchcraft."

"Well. I'm impressed."

"Thank you!"

"Anyway, how are you?"

"I'm quite alright! How about yourselves?"

"Good. The exhibition gig landed us some nice connections."

"Nice."

"It did?"

"Yes, we met the event organizer and she recommended her lawyer."

"She was a Witch-Queen. The event organizer, not the lawyer."

"Yeah, I read about her. Goes around doing philanthropic stuff, apparently. Looks way better than most witches I've heard of, if you ask me, wasting their magic."

"Yes, I wonder why others don't follow her example. But I liked her and she might solve some of our problems."

"Well then I'm really glad you got to meet her."

"Likewise," he says without mentioning that he googled the twins' names and discovered the extent of their problems. "Also, belatedly, thank you for the weather."

"You're welcome. Hopefully, the conversation will escape the skymage problem number one: talking about the weather."

"Oh but come on it's super interesting! What's having that magic like?"

"Well, we get a sense of the state of weather in a several miles radius, which also comes with the added benefit of good sense of direction."

"I would say it gives us a sense of scale... it doesn't make us feel small, but skymages as a group often think big."