Who: Presto and Open
What: A little magical mixing
Where: The lobby, next to, and on, the table.
When: Evening
Rating: TBD

"Abracadabra!" The pronouncement was followed by a puff of light and smoke, hovering over a large mixing bowl, which settled down into the contents there-in. The man sitting next to them picked up the bowl, muttered something like a prayer, and took a sip.

Which was rapidly followed by coughing.

"Heck!! Not this one!"

He set the bowl down and tapped it, chanting a word, and the liquid vanished, as he turned to the bottle sitting on the table nearby. Their levels were considerably lower than they had been when he had started. He had been at this for a few hours, and he was still not there.

Presto, for it was he, pondered the different bottle, then chose three, pouring exact amounts of each into the bowl. He took a breath.

"Bippity-boppity-boo!"

There was a flash of rainbow sparkles, and then he was peering into the bowl again.

"Ewwww. Definitely not!"

The foul smelling slime at the bottom of the bowl glorped at him as he chanted the vanish word again, and it went away. He sighed and turned back to the bottle again.