“Oh,” Michael says once Wolfgang’s clarified that it’s not about the two of them—and he’s not disappointed, okay, he’s not—then, “No, no, it’s a great idea. Everyone’s gonna want that, are you kidding? Who doesn’t want a beautiful, magical dream?” His hands come up like he’s holding the concept in the air between them, fingers spread to let it flow through.
“If you’re gonna sell ‘em, though, you need a—” He pauses, eyebrows suddenly jumping up his forehead as he leans back. “Wait, is this what you wanted my help with? Marketing?”