<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LBB_Michael.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Cut and bandaged finger.<br/>● Concerned about Chloe.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Real magic?  Now that's a stretch.  But taking Chloe's family history and current agitated state into account, I resist my first instinct to outright say that there is no such thing as real magic.  I don't want to upset her even more, this requires finesse, hopefully not more than I can muster.  Circe is doing a good job of calming her down, let's see what I can do to help.<br/><br/>"I don't know, Chlo," I shrug, "It looks more like stage magic to me.  In fact I remember some Vegas illusionist doing something like this on TV a couple of years ago.  I think it was photosensitive ink or something, and the glow could be a side effect of that, or a fluorescent coating.  I didn't notice it, but you may have better colour vision than I do.  So let's not jump to conclusions just yet."<br/><br/>I reach out with a finger to flip the book to a random page, half expecting it to be empty.  "Let's see what it says."</span><br/>