Now now, the Wizard was absolutely not the type to kill a sandy horse. Gail's crusty situation earned him a death pass, he was suffering as it was.

"Did you come to get something to eat?" She asks, motioning a hand at her empty table. A moment later, a waiter comes by with a plate of sliders. He looks down at her, then over at Gail, squints, and then sets the sliders in front of an empty chair at her table.

"I hope you like sliders."