“Hey, Bob,” I said. “Could you relay my voice to Butters?” “Don’t have to, former boss,” Bob said cheerfully. “On account of the fact that Butters is a whole heck of a lot more talented at magical theory than you.” I frowned. “What?” “Oh, he doesn’t have a lick of magical talent,” Bob assured me. “But he’s got a brain, which, let’s face it, hasn’t always been your most salient feature.” “Bob,” Butters said in a scolding tone.
