Michael stares at the collection of weird stuff on the countertop (an egg? what?) and thinks he really doesn’t want to know what the possible side effects are. He doesn’t completely understand what Wolfgang means by ‘fetish,’ but nine hours should be long enough. Sometimes the creatives try and go for ten, but he’ll just have to start begging off. He’s useless by then anyway.
He comes up by the counter when Wolfgang sits down, curious to see what happens. Deep down, he still doesn’t completely buy that they have powers until he sees the copper transform into silver right in front of him. An illusion? That kind of ability isn’t uncommon. But this doesn’t seem that way. Copper has a distinct smell, and when Wolfgang is done changing it, the scent is gone.
It’s that request, though, that really gets him.
Michael stands silently for a long moment, looking stricken. People assume he has a mother all the time, that’s not new, but they don’t ask for her name. Especially not directly like that, not out of nowhere. And his Hebrew name, which one does Wolfgang mean? He hasn’t used either one in years. Hasn’t thought about having a mother, either. Years and years.