Jacob sighed as he looked between all of them. In his many years of white-lighting, he didn't think he'd ever had a day quite as isane as this one had been so far. His charges were growing new powers, magical weapon, and torturing demons with potions in the basement. Just another day on the job, he supposed.<br/><br/>He looked between every one in the kitchen, noting that it was actually rather crowded.<strong>"So,"</strong>He started.<strong>"Is there anything else I can do to help for the night?</strong>" His mind started to wander, back to thoughts of Melinda. Damn, he thought, he could really use a drink.