Eliot Waugh and Johanna Mason
"Raining spaghetti and meatballs?" Eliot repeated. That would wreak havoc on his hair and his clothes. He was glad he missed that one.
He wasn't going to question killer chickens though. That almost sounded like a Fillory thing. He missed the kingdom. "Well, it sounds like you're the expert, so I will have to get in touch with you when I have questions."