When I emerged from my bedroom, Cass was seated at my kitchen table with a slice of Studmuffin's salted caramel chocolate tart and a mug of coffee in front of her. Her black cauldron sat on the kitchen countertop, already bubbling. It didn't even need a source of heat!
Not only did magic sometimes save lives, it was also a modern convenience. Good stuff, that magic.
While Cass ate and I stirred the parrot feather into the boiling water with the railroad spike, I told her all about my misadventures as a time traveler.
"Wait," she said after I'd covered most of it, "so you saw the detective in the evidence room take The Ring of Everlasting Night? But now you're not so sure?"
"Yeah. I mean, I don't know," I said, shrugging. "He was wearing a jacket in the evidence room, the same one that's now hanging on the back of your chair. He texted me to see if I still had it."