The sugar runes scatter.
The lights flicker.
And the witch is holding -
"Yeah, like, there's a reason I chose the trek to tiny island in the south hemisphere instead of trying to brave the museum and it's only eighty percent about how I would probably be arrested for that."
"Only eighty percent, huh?"
"Yep! There's also the part where Stealing Is Wrong," he explains, and she can practically hear the capitals. "And also it genuinely did seem in fact easier to go on a trek."
"And you succeeded. Congratulations." Applause.
"Thank you, thank you," he says, bowing - and then decides to get rid of the backpack and put it on the ground, to only mild protest of the bird of prey that has to shuffle out of the way when it tips and falls over. "My objection that multiple people actually using them is definitively better than one of them being stuck in a museum and another in an old dude's house and then there are two lost ones, that one stands."
"Old dude doesn't use it?"
"Seems he just keeps it for show inside his glass cupboard but I suppose he might use it every night when no one's looking."
"How'd you get a look in?"
"That would be telling," he says, tapping the side of his nose with his index finger.
"We should probably actually not tell," Luca clarifies the tone.
"If you say so." She gets up and grabs her cloud pine and starts sweeping up sugar.
"Want some help with that?"
"Have you got a broom, because my teacher isn't going to lend you hers."