[that gets a snort, mostly a vaguely tired agreement to how some are handling things. bravado is a nice way of putting it.] I have a feeling Abigail is going to start her crusade against you, so it won't all be fun and games.

[enjoy his hell of being offered food all the time, guy who can eat three grapes at a time.]

A challenge? Very well, I'll show you my bumbling ward work and completely outlandish ideas on manipulating magic. It will be my goal to make you weep with trying to dissect it all. [ugh, his smile is so warm, way too happy in this ridiculous, red pen wielding space.

another kiss to pal's temple.] If I am not torn between loving you more and wanting to wring your neck I'll consider it a failure.