To say that was weird would be an understatement of epic proportions. Fatima's eyebrows were raised so high that they were practically in her hairline. She watched Hamilton and the cute, floppy boy uncertainly, as they had their ritualistic encounter. When Hamilton returned to the table, Fatima found her eyes completely fixed on Mister Floppy.
"What was that?" Fatima asked flatly. "Awakened? I'm not up on the lexicon. Do you mean to tell me that that guy was trying to use magic on us?"
It just seemed ridiculous. For God's sake, the boy was covered in syrup and looked like he wanted to wet himself. Fatima had to remind herself that looks could be deceiving, but still...well done, deception. Well done.