Joining her at the bar, James mentally tossed the part about Aladdin in the scrap heap in and focused on the rest of it. "You're saying a witch planted that thing in here to fuck with people. A reap what you sow situation?" He rested an elbow on the bar and looked over his shoulder at the electronic display casting its shining eyes on the patrons. The sound of swirling wind carried through the other noises of the bar, which shouldn't have been an acoustic possibility. Presuming the architect of the experiment was monitoring progress in some way, James lifted a hand and waved at the machine, one magic user to another.
"Why didn't I think of that?"
He took a drink.
"Hey. I've been meaning to tell you I'll be at the shop more often. Sam's shifting to part time."