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"He does put out a good spread," Greta agrees, considering herself a well-qualified judge -- at least as far as baked goods are concerned. "Though I've heard he likes to sow magic in some of whatever's on offer, just to make things interesting. You have to choose carefully if you mean to keep your wits about you."

And she can't bring herself to approve of that. Magnus doesn't mean any real harm, but something about mixing magic and food rubs her the wrong way. That's how you end up with massive beanstalks and Giants and so on, or trapped with the fae for a thousand years. Just because it's harmless fun in Magnus' halls doesn't mean it wouldn't be dangerous anywhere else.

They reach the shoe section, and then the little subsection dedicated to boots, and Greta waves her hand in an indicative 'ta-da' gesture. "Honestly, it's worth going just to see how he's done the place up," she adds. "And the dancing is great fun."