Richard Dickerson

In the way of all determined scientists, the tension is as an invitation. She hooks her arm cheerfully about his, hooking elbow to elbow so she might be close indeed and easily heard when she says, in levels which speak to friendly conspiracy, "You are from a place which seems quite inundated with magic. And if I'm not mistaken, some element of it has followed you here."

She touches the side of her nose knowingly. "You of course recall my field of study."