"Wooo!" Navaan chortled, running around the playground in a victory lap. There was suddenly a chicken kickline dancing their way around the swings and Navaan joined them, intuiting the choreography in the way that only the truly nonsensical could. "Wooooooooooooooooooo!!! That's right! I said FLAMBE MOTHERFUCKER! Wooowooowooowooo!"

Someone had forgotten there were three sorcerettes. And that same someone was now without her doctor bag and almost everything that had been in it.