nikolas vaisey doesn't need a broom to fly (besserwisser) wrote in wished,
"Yeah, I got that impression about him," Nikolas agreed. "He'd probably order up some good food, too. I don't see how I could lose."
Turning on his heel, Nikolas paced back and forth a few more times. He was eying the desk next to the one Lucy was using thoughtfully. Perching atop it shortly after he folded his hands in his lap.
"Okay, my turn again. And I'll be nice and go for any easier question this time. What's your favorite food?"