Wolfgang looks amused. “Michael, you're dating a wizard. That's the perks.”
They gaze down at their mess, things strewn all over the place, the small handful of boxes, and push their hair out of their face with a heavy, I-don't-know-where-to-start sigh. “It doesn't have to be like this. I just need to tie the effect to something tangible, something that can be transfer, you know? So someone can take it home, and I don't got to be there hovering over them waving a wand.” That sounds exhausting, and would definitely be a two-hundred-bucks-a-pop service.