Teddybear

"I've never had time for theatre," she said, following loosely behind.

Kivvien dipped his head. "Thank you."

"So you're some kind of royalty then?" Queenie half-joked, taking in the room. The location, 'holding court', it all implied status.

He shook his head. He'd have to cast illusions on himself and his things only then. He checked that his notice-me-not was still active. It was, if wavering.

As she followed her phone began to vibrate in her pocket. She checked the caller ID and sent it to voicemail. It was probably nothing.

"And yet we could still be spotted together and lose all of the goodwill of the town."

She dropped his stone in his hands. "Sure."

"While we are on the topic, i do believe it would be best to put some illusions and wards on the cottage, both so no one discovers I am working ...

Queenie spotted him in the distance and approached. "Love the real specific directions."

"I don't have any particular reason not to," he said honestly. "Your intellect appears to be intact, however."

Queenie stepped out into the sun and stared out at the land. Why hadn't he given her any further instructions?

"That you are mad and dishonorable. they warned me quite fervently against working with you."

She followed it through the rock.

"They mentioned you. I didn't say a thing about you."

"From the way they spoke of you, I believe you would have been tossed out."