"Fair enough. I'm kind of stumped about what else to try, honestly, which isn't a nice position."

"No, it isn't. I suppose there's just - not much we can do except wait, and prepare."

Darren looks quite sad. "Probably only in certain places, yeah. Seattle, for example."

"Yeah, not just a casual thing near here. And Seattle might be a little too close to the airport for comfort, how much do you find that matters?"

"I meant in the warehouse we visited before," says Darren, amused.

"Oh. The ceiling's high enough to be safe? I'd be worried about running into it. And about undue attention, although I guess that part I can avoid."

"Wings only, and yeah, Savannah checked the ceiling and you can tell where it is if you get close to it."

"All right then, remind me next time we're there. Since the resident magi are useless and the library nearly as bad I might remember by myself, though.

Darren snickers. "There could have been entirely helpful magi present, we just didn't meet them."

"They're not helpful enough to have lemonade stands that read 'actually worthwhile information about magic, twenty-five cents'."

"They could be out of lemonade. There could be a lemon shortage, you don't know!"

"I was referring to the stand as being lemonadey in an architectural and not a flavorish way."

"Well, okay, ask yourself this. If you had ultimate magical power and there are several projects to do... Would you run a stand giving out magic parlor tricks for quarters?"

"You already know what I'm planning to do on receipt of ultimate magical power, and we already know it's not being done. The lemonade stand in particular, let alone its pricing scheme, is not essential, but no flyers advertising magic lessons? No better magic shop with better, mass produced luck charms and doodads? No decent books? If there are good magi, they have found something to do that doesn't involve didacticism, business enterprise, or publication, and also isn't mysteriously solving desertification or hunger or cancer or tensions in the Middle East, and I'm at a bit of a loss."

"Yeah, okay. You win. Obviously we have to show the rest of them how it's done."

"We will go down in extremely quiet Critter History."

Darren giggles. "People will whisper our names to their children."

"What, just like that?" Bella mimes holding a baby. "Darren Sanders," she whispers at the mimebaby. "What an odd activity."

"Yes. Just like that," he snorts. "It'll be really strange and people who don't get it will think they're insane."

"I was hoping to leave a less bewildering legacy."

"Me too, but I'm not the one that makes the weird habits. I just tell them to you."

"Did you espy someone whispering names to a baby in the wild, as it were?"

"... Noooo. No, I am amazing and I just know."