I wheel my whiteboard in front of the window and start a list of potential evocation spells that can be used as jumping-off points for my safety net idea. I’d ordinarily put it in a document on my laptop, but we’re collaborating, and I’m vehemently pretending I’m not now overly aware of Elethior in the lab. Gods-damned brain had to go and fuck up my already fragile truce with him by realizing, shit, he does have nice arms.
