"Kit, we understand why you acted. Our problem is how."

"Relax, Vic, they won't go after you guys. I talked to them afterward, no hard feelings. I've always been a diplomat, deep down." 

The scales don't move when Victoria speaks, but they do when Kit does.

"And what do these things mean?" she asks, gesturing at the scales.

"When the scales move, the person talking is lying." 

"Kit, we just want to understand why you did this." 

"Maybe some other time. I know, I know, you're not getting any younger, but seriously, Al is waiting for me." 

Chris lies, Kit speaks the truth.

"I feel like I'm... missing quite a lot of context here."

"I might try to help later. It looks like we're about to have a visitor, though." 

Alistair sits on the bed, calling the card back. 

They hear the sound of footsteps, and a knock.  

"Hey Romeo, do I get to meet this new friend of yours?" 

"Later, I promise."

He clears his throat.

"Come in!"

"Unfortunately Romeo has not expressed any interest in his Juliet yet, she might have to do his job for him," she remarks when Kit walks in.

"The latest Argent scion is practically glacial when it comes to the things that matter in life. He's good with a bow, though."

"Sadde, this is Kit. He is usually this annoying, which is family for you."

"I'm sure if he can manually string a bow he is deft enough where it counts," she tells Kit, with a raised eyebrow. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I've never tested that; we're not that close. Anyway, I'm not here to embarrass anyone. Who wants to learn magic?" 

"Me! Me! I do!"

"We shouldn't push her too hard, she might use up too much of her lifeforce and be in bed for days."

"...does that happen?"

"You get a little tired, nothing a few drinks can't help with."

He walks over and rummages through his closet. 

"It can be hard to tell you're at that point until spells start going wrong and the worse symptoms kick in. Better to wait until tomorrow." 

"What, come on, I only did two spells, it can't be that bad!"

"That's the spirit! I knew I liked you."

He hands her a...tazer?

"Try this out. It's not an artifact, but you could use something to defend yourself with. I assume you've got pepper spray, but we both know that's never enough." 

"We can train with that after you're worn out. First, let's go for the classics. Fire to light up the room?" 

She accepts the tazer and puts it in her backpack.

"What should I do? Just make up a rhyme?"

"Something that rhymes, something that mentions the sun and light and fire, if you can swing all three."