A surprisingly short time after the coupon invitations appear, Terrence is settled into a chair opposite the Wizard. While the rabbit is firmly in Camp Crepes, he's actually skipped both breakfast and lunch today, so a burger is remarkably tempting at the moment. Of course, the main reason he's here is just across the table. She's getting easier to approach, if still intimidating.

"Cute illustration," he observes with a cheeky grin, holding the card up between his index and middle finger so that the small picture of the Wizard is visible to its likeness. "Don't suppose I could get the real deal to make the same face?"