In which Sebastien wishes for a Zaubererdetektiv, and wonders what on earth is wrong with him.
And I'm on page 146 of the page proofs for New Amsterdam*, and I swear I am going to go wash my hair as soon as I finish reading this story, because it is too icky to stand.
*which of course you can pre-order there. ;-)**
**I know, it's like one long commercial, isn't it? If only it had cat herding.