Galen stood when the woman entered the room; he recognized her from the day of the automobile race.
"Galen indeed, Miss Zatanna. Good to see you this evening. We have hot pizza under a stasis spell, American lager and dark ale on ice." He pointed as he spoke. "Make yourself at home, as they say here."
"I know you expressed some doubts about tonight's gathering, so I am happy to see you here. Did you have anything to add to the agenda? I know you are currently a professional performing mage. Did you have any input on the idea of organizing the rest of the magic users?"