“You’re fucking with us, right?” James’s horn flickered briefly green again, but this time there was no surge of anger from further on. The light of his magic was indistinguishable from the light coming from all around them. “We’re going to mail ourselves? I don’t know if your world is anything like ours… seems like every time I assume it is I’ve been wrong… but where we come from, pretending to be mail could kill you. The machines designed to send boxes around don’t generally treat them gently enough for people.”