Letting Wicked take the other seat, Daisy perched on the window ledge that the table sat under and overlooked the mass of bodies going back and forth. From there, she could nudge the legs of Sebastian's chair at his covert question. Holding up the cardboard plate with her slice, she picked the toppings off with two careful fingers to eat one at a time, taking advantage of their sweet spot in the conditioned air and not rushing to get out again. Still chewing, she answered for the poor fool, "He mostly fucks everything up and makes my life difficult." That was Druid's innate power, anyway. Maybe he had worked on the magic thing since Daisy last saw him.