Lovely

The girl, while walking, managed to pick up a large cup of sweet smelling liquid, and shuffled me to the couch before depositing it in my hand.

"Kind of?" She said tilting her head to the left.

"Maybe?" She said tilting her head to the right.

"No? " She finished puzzled.

It didn't alleviate my concerns.

"To be honest It's hard to tell sometimes with him, but he should just be realm hopping. "

My hand didn't let go of the tube nor did I take a sip of the cup, laying it down on the table in front of me gently.

"I'm going to need a better explanation than that." I said looking up.

"Well." She began rubbing her head. "It's hard to explain, but he should be back soon. "

My hand eased off the tube in relief.

"So , it's a Magyk thing."

She smiled in a way that showed she found what I said amusing yet simple.

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"Yes, it's a Magyk thing."

"Eurekkka!!!" A booming voice sounded from up above "I've got it. The dastardly thing was hiding from me I say, but it is no match for the vision of I, Lucien the Grreatttt." The man said in a smooth accent full of rolling R's and fluent words.

I looked up to see where the voice was coming from and saw no stairs , I tilted my head in confusion.

"Your gonna like this." I heard the girl say from my right, where she had plopped in a free chair with a mug of her own, she took an excited sip, her head propped to the ceiling.

I looked up to match her gaze.

For a second it was just ceiling. A plainly coated white ceiling untouched by all the color that had seemed to assault the rest of the home.

Then like a box being broken down it's shape changed entirely. One by one, steps plopped themselves out of the the roof of the home and into existence, using the very ceiling to give them form.

Before it was said and done half the ceiling was gone, reshaped into to a grand staircase of gold with a plump man walking down grandly.

"Messenger." he said. His arms spreading wide and his voice shaking the house

"What do you think of my lovely home? "

As I thought of how to answer the question a memory struck. A small one containing one of the few pieces of advice the Boss had given me.

His wrinkly sunglassed face popped into my head , and practically formed in front of me in that old grizzled stance he took when he concentrated.

"One. No matter what you see, remember. Make the customer happy. " The image of him drifted away into smoke as he finished.

I picked up the mug and took a sip of the sweet smelling liquid before answering.

"It's Lovely."