Magic chimed, a soft not-quite sound only I could hear—the inn letting me know we had guests. Visitors! Beast exploded into barks, zooming around the island in tight circles. I hopped on one foot to the kitchen sink, stuck my foot under the faucet, and washed my hands and my foot with soap. The floor under the puddle split, forming a narrow gap. Tile flowed, suddenly fluid, and the offending liquid disappeared.
*blinks* I mean why didn't the inn do that immediately? Oo
