Sealing the All-Powerful Goose

Phil viciously ruffled his brown wings as if shaking off a douse of cold water. 

But the goblin wasn't done rubbing in the verbal salt. 

"If you two wanna tag along, with my permission and guidance, it's gonna cost you and me. Literally. So I'd better get a few benefits upfront. Otherwise, it's not worth wasting my money and effort.

"Still, how about I offer a gift of good faith before we discuss how you'll make things up to me." 

A jar of viscous, vibrant blue ink appeared on the desk corner. Half-full, the liquid jiggled and sloshed around.

"I don't know who or what you were before putting on that feather jacket, but you're a waterfowl right now. So how about I make your partnership official?" 

"What is that?" Miss Rogue leaned in a bit closer, intrigued by the blue liquid's subtle glitter.