This time, when the chime on the door goes off in the workshop, it's right in the middle of Magnus pouring a measured syrup into a bubbling cauldron in a careful counterclockwise spiral. It's a tricky addition to a potion for weight-loss—literally, gravity will have much less effect on the drinker—and he has no choice but to wait until he's finished and it's turned just the right shade of turquoise. Despite the pounding he can hear.

"Sorry, sorry," he's saying as he hurries down the stairs, "I was right in the middle of something complicated, I—oh." This may be the first time a shirtless woman has wandered into the shop, but he can't really enjoy the novelty because of the forking pixels. Still, he respects the flouting of the rules.

"Well, I have a few guesses, but why don't you tell me what you're here for and I'll tell you if I was right."