Magica snapped her fingers to a passing slave. "You. Three glasses, wine, and dessert, my room immediately."

"Yes, milady."

Poe cleared his throat. "Sister... how did you acquire this one?"

"You know that boorish couple who runs the head of livestock and stables? I was there for an inspection, and he was merely cleaning the fireplace. Such a waste." A little laugh. "And they didn't even realize he could do math! The numbers run through his head quite brilliantly."

In minutes, it would become clear the "place of celebration" was Magica's bedroom.