[ Bingo. That's exactly the sort of reaction he was hoping for. ]
It doesn't have to follow basic laws of physics. It's magic! Conjurative magic specifically, I think -- don't ask me more than that, 'cause I don't know. Magic's more of Adaine's thing. Me, I just use it.
[ He pats the front of the briefcase a little affectionately, like it's a dog. ]
It was a gift from Fabian, actually. And it can hold pretty much...
[ He pulls a broom out now, the long wooden rod just popping on out of his briefcase like a magic trick. He'd brought it down from their apartment for the inevitably disgusting clean-up they'll do after everyone has drank (and then vomited) the bad baby milk. ]
Anything. Within reason. And no matter what I put in it, it'll always weigh the same.
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It doesn't have to follow basic laws of physics. It's magic! Conjurative magic specifically, I think -- don't ask me more than that, 'cause I don't know. Magic's more of Adaine's thing. Me, I just use it.
[ He pats the front of the briefcase a little affectionately, like it's a dog. ]
It was a gift from Fabian, actually. And it can hold pretty much...
[ He pulls a broom out now, the long wooden rod just popping on out of his briefcase like a magic trick. He'd brought it down from their apartment for the inevitably disgusting clean-up they'll do after everyone has drank (and then vomited) the bad baby milk. ]
Anything. Within reason. And no matter what I put in it, it'll always weigh the same.