Presto was interested in learning as much as he could of her place, and her ways, as much as he was of magic. She had a calming influence, a way of making him see logic, and hope, even when he felt torn. And he was determined to learn.
He drive an unmarked van, this time, and settled it by the driveway, hopping out as he walked to the door, ringing the bell, and carrying one bag with him. He had no idea what this would entail, or how long it would go, so he carried his away bag with him. ingredients to things, a change of clothing, a book, spare battery for his phone, fully charged, and more, rested in it. It was, well, bigger on the inside. On the outside it looked like a small pouch.