"You do that, Steven will send one of his magic hands after you, and you don't want that," Marc warns, only about half-teasing. But he squeezes her hand, back, then steps back inside his head, and Steven steps forward, and Steven gives her a goofy, slightly nervous grin, squeezes again, then lets go and hurriedly shuffles inside.

There's not really too long to wait, and there's a window in the front of the mage's shop that shows Steven heading into the back to where a large woman is waiting behind the counter. He goes from wringing his hands to gesturing wildly to clasping them again over the span of five minutes, though it's too far and the glass is too thick to tell what the woman's expression is. She, unlike Steven, doesn't gesture much, though she does cross her arms over her chest a couple times, and once her fingers start to crook like they might cast a spell, but then relax.

Then Marc is back in front and poking his head outside the door of the shop to beckon Layla in. "Apparently it doesn't matter so we did all that for nothing," he grumbles, half under his breath, but all to Layla.