Godsdammit, get indignant, get angry, get annoyed, do something he can work with!

But today would be full of distractions. The mention of the cellar gave both twins grave pause, and Poe was quick to grab Magica's hand to offer a comforting squeeze.

"... That's where we lay the bones of past Spells." Magica said quietly. The flesh was given to the earth to help renew it and give in death what they couldn't in life. Bones were sacred, and had to be kept safe. "... Poe, let them in."

"Magica-" But Poe stopped himself, rubbing his temples. If the rot was that bad, they had little choice about it. A finger snap, no doubt making the door safe. "Look. But do not touch anything."