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*Meg wanders downstairs and into the bar, coffee mug in hand and tutu around her waist. And everyone subsequently dies of shock.*

Well, *Meg explains patiently,* then you pass the book off to other people and disappear! Like a scavenger hunt, sort of thing.

Very briefly, but very eloquantly, he sinks his head into his hand.

*Meg clearly does not see anything wrong with this plan.*

Besides, *she adds,* once he's downstairs, people like me can pounce him.

Mordred might twitch at that idea.

Just a little.

In the friendly way, *Meg adds helpfully.*

Another twitch.

*Meg grins at him.* It'll be good for him, *she says, heartlessly.*

This time there is a faint whimper.